The Walking Dead also made its long-awaited and completely satisfying return, so we spent our Sunday night the best way I know how: chewing our fingernails and screaming at Rick Grimes.
We also ate too many pumpkin cookies, nearly bought a pet fish, shopped at Good Will, ate at a truly
On second thought, maybe I'll let him do it. I should probably start practicing my Ygritte accent now.
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Today's #Blogtober prompt is another tough one: Funniest Memory from Childhood.
So many ridiculous things come to mind, but my favorite is probably one that happened in eighth grade. I allowed Jenn to drag me to an Aaron Carter concert, in hopes that her husband Nick Carter would be there. At this stage in my life, the last place I wanted to be was an Aaron Carter concert and somehow, we managed to snag fifth row tickets. I brought a book to read and stood there, pouting with my arms crossed. About halfway through the concert, much to my embarrassment and dismay, Aaron Carter actually spotted me. In a sea of dancing, smiling teeny boppers, I looked like someone in line at the BMV. He stood there on stage, and in front of thousands of teenage girls, he crossed his arms and made a pouty face, openly mocking me. So now, I suppose my claim to fame is that I've been made fun of by Aaron Carter.


What a hilarious story! Haha my sister had the CD "Aaron's Party". So not cool. hahaha
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ReplyDeleteI swear I've been reading all your posts, but I haven't been keeping up with my kommenting. sorry!!!! Your Aaron Carter concert story is one of my faves. I really love that you took a book and that he called you out. When you make it on Jeopardy, this HAS to be your intro story, right?
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