Monday, January 28, 2008

I was 17?

My friends Zoe and Knitts each wrote a post with the theme of "A Letter to 17 Year Old Me." And by "Me" I mean "Them". They didn't write letters to me when I was 17. Their posts were really great and if you know them (and even if you don't) you can appreciate their sentiments. My late teens and early 20's were a bit hazy to say the least so my letter to 17 year old me would go something like this:

Dear 17 year old Phollower,

Ummm, yeah. Just do whatever the hell you feel like doing for the next 10 years. By some miracle you'll end up marrying a great woman who'll take care of you and let you stay home and clean. Don't ask me how. I don't remember much of it.

Not quite as sentimental but just as honest.


Sylvia said...

You are a perfect friend (and were in the "hazy" times) and now you are a wonderful husband - that's how. And you want to stay home and take care of the house and all the crappy things we have to do to live - like shopping, laundry, cleaning the litter boxes,....Who wouldn't want someone who will do all of that for them???

Phollower said...

sylvia: Wait a minute. I'm supposed to be cleaning the litter boxes? I thought you were cleaning them. Boy is that gonna be a mess.

Zoe said...

I'm surprised your advice wasn't, " you can remember if you could just get high."

Phollower said...

zoe: I knew I was going to write something else. For some reason I just couldn't remember what it was.