To remind me of the stupid things I do.
Eating dinner at a friend's house Saturday, M relates the story of how on a climbing trip I decided that I would eat the yoghurt that had been sitting all day in a hot car. And the lid was bulging out. And, not suprisingly, I got very very ill.
I have no memory of it at all.
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Yup, friends have good memories to recollect that kind of thing. ;) So do families for that matter - it's amazing the things my brothers and my mom remember. I think they make most of it up.
My friends remember all kinds of neat things that I have conveniently forgotten.
haha! Sounds like that might be a lesson worth remembering! Friends are so handy.
Note to self: Avoid the hot, bulging yogurt.
Yeah, I have been reminded of many things by friends.
My friend miz ananda remembers everything...... I remember nothing ;(
This is why we need our mother to always be with us. To stop us from doing stupid things!
I bet that yogurt tasted like hot fire!
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