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This week’s fun question is: What story does your family always tell about you?
Kim - from 2 just B you: Uuummmmm....I don't know. If they're telling stories about me, they're not telling them to me. I have no idea!
Laurie - from Created By Laurie: I have very long and thick eyelashes that I got from my Father. People always comment on them. When I was in early Elementary school I didn’t appreciate them and got annoyed with the comments so I cut them off! When my Dad heard he laughed his butt off. Turned out he did the same thing roughly the same age for the same reason! He still laughs about it.
Ann Marie – from Moanas Unique Designs: My family luvs to tell the story of my bangs. When I was young, my Dad would sit me up on the counter to cut my bangs. Being a pilot, he was very precise. He'd trim...look...and say..."not quite straight"...trim some more..."not quite straight"...by the time he was done...my bangs would be so short, I was all forehead...
Brie - from Breezy Pink Daisies: Along with way too many stories about my "clumsy" phase in my middle school years, my Dad loves to tell a story of when I was about 2 or 3 years old (much cuter, not so clumsy) and we were shopping at Wal-mart. Apparently, I really wanted to go sit on the top bunk of the display bunkbed, but my Dad told me, "Don't count on it." I said, "I promise Daddy, I won't count it on." And since I didn't start counting, he just had to let me sit up there. (Lucky little me, too bad my middle school self missed out on that same cuteness!)
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