I remember the time we went to the mall to look at bags and didn't come home for three days.

Remember the time we decided to run off to Mexico because we wanted to try "real" margaritas and ended up being thrown in a Mexican prison for "indecent exposure", breaking out and being smuggled back across the border in the back of that manure truck? Those were the day. :sigh:

Remember that one time at band camp...?

Remember the time we went to the spa... and left the kids at home???? :)

I remember when you had your third nostril removed (check 100 things) and I brought you Starbucks. I said something funny that made you laugh and Starbucks came out of the two remaining nostrils.
It was quite a site.

Remember when you came over to my house that time and I made grilled cheese sandwiches?

Remember that trip we took to Amsterdam? I don't think we left the red light district the entire time! It's amazing our brains weren't completely fried by the recreational activities.

Remember that insane Russian Mafia guy? Yeah, that one. You still owe me $50.

I was thinking about that time that you and I went to New Orleans for the weekend and ended up riding on the parade float. You were tossing beads at every hunky guy you saw hollering "show me the money!!!"

My heart swells with pride remembering that time you and I saved that home full of old people from that raging fire in New Jersey. It was amazing that we still had the energy to spend the night dancing our butts off with those hot guys from the local firehouse. Gosh, those were the days....

i'll never forget that time i came to nashville and we tore up the town drinking jack daniels and doing the boot scooting boogie at the wildhorse saloon. you really shouldn't have gotten on the stage to lead in the chorus of "the cotton eyed joe meets the devil went down to georgia" - but how was i to stop you?

you wild woman, you.

I still think fondly of the day we met whilst getting our nails done. What are the odds that we would be the only two people who spoke English. Thanks for calling 911.

Remember the time I met you in the diner in Nashville and we drove cross country to see the Dixie Chicks when they were the Oregon Chicks? That was a great trip for you - not for me. You met Busy Dad there.

Remember that time, when we went to France...and had wonderful food and received pedicures from that stylish Salon in Paris Proper? And all of it was paid for by that millionaire who said he would take care of you forever???

Remember the time we went to the river to go swimming and you got up on the tire swing to swing out over the pool to dive in and your bikini top got caught on the swing and came off as you went in the water. You were mad at me for 3 days for not giving it back to you. Life seemed so much easier back then, when we were 12.

Remember the summer we worked at Disney World and I was Pooh and you were Tigger? Those hot ass suits almost killed us!

Remember that time you were telling me about that hot young doctor at work and the spontaneous combustion that happened in that darkened stairwell one time? Did he ever say anything to you after that? Did it happen again? I know you said that his meglalomania was a real turn off, but I suspect it wasn't his ego that was pressed up against you in that stairwell now was it? :D

Sorry.. I just read Genuine's blog...so this post is his fault.

I'll never forget the time I came down to Nashville and we tagged up with Elvis' step brother Billy Stanley. The trip to Memphis with him to Graceland was a riot and when the guard caught us partying in the Jungle room and then said it was alright because Billy was with us was just something I'll never forget.

Remember that time we got high and...

Remember we used to talk about what it'd be like to be married and have kids and how we'd say, "we'd never do that!"

Funny how those things come out of your mouth so quickly. When did we become our mothers?

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Remeber when we picked up that hitchhiker on our way to work? It was so funny that he turned out to be an exotic male dancer with an affinity for soccer moms with minivans. You took him home and let him play your drums.

What a crazy day that was.

If memory serves me right...YOU started burping in church...not me...

I was just thinking about that time we cut classes for the afternoon and took your car to the mall for shopping and you locked your keys in the car while it was still running...

I'll never forget the time we drove cross country and met this guy who looked like Brad Pitt- oh wait, that didn't end well, did it?

AAAH. Remember that New Kids on the Block concert we went too...that was sooo rockin'! We were so cool to with our stonewashed jackets and our big hair. And remember those two girls next to us who were dressed so trashy? NKOTB RULES!!

Remember that time we drove all the way from Nashville to Las Vegas in that beat up old Chevy? Man, I never knew how easy it was to get an annulment...

Do you remember that hot letter you wrote to the physics teacher? Well I've still got it hidden away....

remember that time that you were on your way to the airport to move to Paris and i tried to stop you and Phoebe called and said she had a preminition that something was wrong with the plane's Right Phlangie and you ended up not leaving... no wait, that was Friends last night...

Remember that time we had to go to Bulgaria to find that Soviet double agent? And I mentioned something about how all the guards looked like they had woodchucks on their heads, and you got the giggles and we both got caught and spent the next 3 years in a Siberian gulag until we were swapped in a prisoner transfer?

That was good times...

There are so many memories of the good times, that it's really hard to pick just one. Though this one is right up there in my favorites...

There was that time, when we decided to run away from home and we took up working with the circus. The Monkees were there and they wouldn't sing anything but "(Theme from) The Monkees" and do that silly walk down the street. One day while we were in Cleveland doing the afternoon show, Charleton Heston came in, doing research for his role in Spartacus and he saw the Monkees and screamed "Get your stinkin' paws off me you damned dirty apes!" The Monkees freaked out and did a couple of numbers which really freaked out the Beatles, who sang "I Wanna Hold Your Hand" while Ed Sullivan said it was gonna be a really big show. I really remember this because we all went out for pizza after the show in Heston cause he felt guilty for disrupting the circus so...he gave us NRA brochures but we weren't interest...but it was great pizza!