Sarah, Sarah, Sarah....So I'm visiting my sister Juliet in Colorado and we're at PeiWei, this chinese place. We're all sitting there eating and in walks this gal with very bright red curly hair (no justice in the photo sadly) with a couple of her friends. "Red Alert! " cry my family in unison. "Hey Aunt Dawn, you gotta get a picture of her, she looks just like you!" says Lewis, my adorable nephew. Meanwhile, I'm thinking , "yeah, I definitely need her in the blog, but she looks super high strung, very cranky and preoccupied, and who knows, maybe even a little...crazy?!?!? (did I mention she looks just like me?) So I waited until they got their food (I think her blood sugar was just a tad too low :) and she looked considerably calmer, so I took a deep breath, grabbed a calling card and my camera and sidled up to her table. "Oh sure!" was her reply when I explained about redaintdead. I grabbed my glasses so we could look like twins, and snapped the photo. Then I asked, "So what was it like for you growing up red?" Sarah blurted out unnecessarily loudly, "SH***Y! of course!" Well maybe she's not so much like me, because I would never use a word like that!
15 years ago
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I think I just peed
that was a funny moment. She was definitely your non-chirpy doppleganger. Love you mom.
Being a red head was never sh***y it was a blessing of individuality. Or something very positive! However denny mayfield always made me feel weird by reciting a poem that goes like this. "I'd rather be dead then red on the head like a bump on a log or a d**k on a dog!"
well, there you go! Good ole Denny!
Oh red dawn..
I miss the MARSHALLS and PEI WEI
I NEED MORE RED AIN'T DEAD
OH MY GOSH RANDALL! That was so funny!
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