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Saturday, May 02, 2009

An Old Letter or Why Not to Blow Kisses During Class

So, today we cleaned out some of our room. I recently read Clutter's Last Stand by Don Aslett and I've got the throw away/give away/sell bug. Clutter is choking me. So, I was going through my files and found this old letter, and I think it's too hilarious to keep to myself, although it was probably humiliating for both of us at the time. I have no memory of the event, so I must not have been too traumatized. I'm not sure why this one was never sent. Probably because it was never finished. Also, note the date.

Feb. 13, 1996

Dear Stacey,

This guy in my history class keeps asking me out. (I told you, right?) Anyway, today he asked me out again (for, like, the 7th time). When I said no, he said, "Wanna just kiss?" I'm like NO. "Hug?" NO. Then my 1/2 friend, Kristen, (it's a long story), said just to blow him a kiss. I said no. (I was starting to get mad). So, she told him to blow me a kiss. (This is right in the middle of class.) The teacher sees him, but thinks he has a RUBBERBAND! (Does this not tell you what kind of guy he is?) I was fine with that until Kristen said, "He was blowing Kara a kiss." I could have died. Everyone was so quiet and I was SO-SO-SO-SO BRIGHT RED. I covered my face with my hands. Then Brian started to cry. I was really furious. . .

First of all, my heart just about breaks for Brian, who sadly I can't remember. 2ndly, Kristen was not a good friend. 3rdly, apparently, I was a fan of the parenthesis. They're like little hugs of information. 4thly, I guess I had a prejudice against guys who might be suspected of rubber-band usage.

I am so glad I'm safely married and don't have to turn guys down, embarrass them and then break their hearts. One look at my ring and my four fighting kids, and they run away of their own accord.
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  1. Anonymous10:59 PM

    Okay, you got me with the first paragraph when you mentioned Don Aslett. I knew I liked you! Don Aslett's daughter, Liz, was one of my roommates in college! I love that family, and I think Mr. Aslett is a kick in the pants. Liz used to take me with her to his seminars and I always enjoyed listening to what he had to say. From the first moment I had my own home, I have incorporated the ideas he shared in his books and seminars. He's the BOMB when it comes to cleaning! ~kelly (1edgePea)

  2. Well I stopped by your blog and was justly rewarded! Great story! I've read Don Aslett's books, too bad nothing I read really stuck. I'm still a disorganized packrat with absolutely no desire to be a clean freak. I wish I had done what Kelly did...


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