Okay, I just read Beth's post and was laughing my head off! Good idea! So here goes:
Beth: I am sorry that time in kindergarten when it came time for pictures, and I wanted you to have curly hair so that the night before I washed your hair, gelled it, rolled it in sponge rollers, sprayed it and let you sleep on it that night. The next morning for good measure I sprayed it again. You ended up with a huge 'fro' (your hair was really long). Your teacher Mrs. Wolk, said that she broke her brush trying to get the kink out....
Katie: I am sorry I decided to cut your hair myself. I kept 'trimming' the side to make them even. At one point I knew I couldn't go any further and you had one side obviously longer so I parted your hair over from the longer side. That didn't help much so I told you to keep your head tilted to the short side.....
Scott: I'm sorry I butchered your hair one day trying to give you a hair cut but heck all the other Molly Mormons were cutting their kid's hair and I thought I could too....
Beth, Katie, and Scott: I am sorry your dad and I took you to the cheap Santa Clause, You know the one that had bad teeth.... bad breath.... Scruungie beard.... the picture is priceless. Your all straining away from him...... I have to post that picture and the one of Beth's do.
Don: I am sorry that YOU insisted that I keep your hair trimmed to make your hair cuts last longer. I finally got good at it but boy did I do some butcher jobs, One time I paid Beth and her friend Elizabeth Eva a buck a piece to tell you how good the back looked......
Scott: I am sorry that when I sub for P.E. I did the funky chicken dance in front of the whole class and worse yet had all of yall do it too!
Joe Ikard: I know your in heaven Joe but I'm sorry that when you came the family would run and hide when you knocked on the door. Especially the time all five of our family hid in the little closet and you walked on in our house and found us..... I don't remember what we told you we were doing but you got us back....next Testimony meeting you told the whole ward about it....
Danny: I am sorry when we were little I would slap my arm over and over again and then run and tell Mom you did it..... I was trying to get you back for stringing up my doll by the neck..... or the time you and Jeff woke me up yelling, "GET UP, GET UP AND GO SEE WHAT SANTA BROUGHT YOU!" I was groggy but I jumped up and ran into the living room and nothing was their....it was Christmas Eve.....Hmmmm, You two might want to do a post.
Pam: I am sorry everything you did I had to do it too... but I must say you got me back when you went and got the London shag......
Joan: I am sorry you got stuck being the oldest sister, it must of been rough, especially when you were dating and you brought W.T home to just sit and visit in the living room and I made myself your personal watchdog.....
Beth, Katie, and Scott: I am sorry that I would scare the heck out of yall and your friends when you were little with my stories....especially Beth the time you had a sleep over and yall wanted me to tell you a scary story and your friend Elizabeth told me when I finished that that wasn't scary. I'm sorry I took that as a personal challenge and fifteen minutes later when the rest of the house was suppose to be asleep. (Yall were talking in the dark in the sun room on the hide a bed). I snuck down stairs ever so quietly and went into the closet and put on Don's jacket with the thick shoulder pad and put on the mask from one those creepy shows and slowly made my way into the laundry room, and then slowly got under the open window that was right over your hide a bed and sprung up..... I was sweating like a dog underneath that heavy jacket and mask but the way yall were screaming and one of the girls was trying to crawl under the sheet was hilarious, I was laughing so hard I almost wet my pants. Admit it yall enjoyed it too....except for the one girl whose mom would never talk to me after that.....
Okay, that does make one feel a little better, even though my list could go on and on..... Thanks for the idea....
