Trauma Drama
I'm cleaning my room and packing boxes of goodies to bring to my apartment, and I come across this little gem--a postcard left over from my first year at YMCA Wanakita sleep-over camp:
Nice, huh? Way to lay on the guilt there, champ. Like pizza rolls and tie dye were a death sentance or something. I mean, it couldn't have been that bad... I went back for 9 years, for a month at a time!
Please note the cards were self addressed (probably worried I wouldn't spell our last name right...)
7 comments:
Amanda. That is about the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I cannot stop laughing. I want it blown up into poster size. :)
Keri!!!!!
Oh goodness. Where are you now? Montreal?!
You should frame it for the new appartment. The message will probably still apply.
Oh Poo. So funny. You're like a one woman show... And I hate you.
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K, I don't. Just joking.
it is funny how your signiture has not really changed
I'm back in Saskatoon! I'm having a great time and at night sometimes I cry! :)
Don't cry Keri. I'll send you some self addressed postcards and you can write me and tell me about all the fun you're having.
Saskamatoon, eh? What'cha doin' all the way out there? I'm here, silly! Didn't you know? You must have gotten confused, and made a wrong turn on the way to the S'more store.
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