Kilani at An Island Life (my favorite Hawaiian flight attendant/mom/wife who keeps her cell phone in the playroom oven) is hosting a new meme, I thought it would be a light, easy Friday end-to-your-week thing. I ask a question, if you're inclined, you answer. If you wanna play, head over to An Island Life and get on board!If we could hang out for a day, you and I, what would we do and why? (And Honey, you can email me yours, okay?)
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Looks so much fun! I'd come and hang out with you, anytime! (sooo, when can I come..?)
Oh Stacey, I'd LOVE to come hang out with you! I'll bring D along! We'll have lunch - but just something tiny so we can eat a big dessert! Then we'd sit somewhere cool and beautiful (your yard looks nice!) and talk the afternoon away!
Hey, count me in too! I wanna come hang out with you guys too!
LOL! No wonder my friends keep complaining that they can't get in touch with me!
Let's see, what would we do . . . well, if we were hanging out in my hometown, then we would have to check out Ko Olina Beach. They have one of the most beautiful beaches on the island!
Thank you for playing along!
I think you & I would spend the entire day in my kitchen, talking our ears off LOL
We would do exactly what Bubba's Sis said we'd do. And we'd all share the BIG dessert. What fun! And, Misty Dawn, you'd be there as well. :D
Hi Stacey!!! Hmmmmm... let's see... I think we would probably sit and have a nice chat about our mutual love of TALK RADIO and Mr. Hannity... LOL... I just know whatever we did we'd be talking a LOT... :o)
Lala :o)
Talk? Nah...we'd be at Silver Dollar City, yelling our heads off on Fiiiiirrrre in the Hoooolllllle until we puked all over those durn Baldknobbers!
That's where I was all day yesterday. Didn't ride FITH, but went through Gpa's Mansion and wished you were there!
Since I'm meeting you in the blogosphere an intro to who I am would come first. After reading "about me" on your blog, I think we’d have quite a bit to talk about. Ten years ago today I was a different person than I am today. Ten years ago tomorrow is the day my 17 year old daughter died. As you can imagine, it changed me. We'd, you and I, sit and chat outside in the shade of a big tree with a warm breeze tickling our toes and later I would be thankful I met you.
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