Poor Emily

Poor Emily (and Micah, too). Their computer died and they no longer have access to the Internets.

Let's post slightly-embarassing stuff about growing up with Emily!!!!

For instance: I bet people don't know that Emily had a pudgy stage. I know she's pretty svelt now, but I'm picturing a little gray dress when she was about 8 that accentuated her little pot belly. Or her little jazz outfits for dance. We have pictures of her with her curled-under dorthy-hamel haircut, stage make-up, above-mentioned belly in leotards with skinny little tight-clad legs. Soooo cute!

Or: How about when Gertie had puppies (Gertie was kind of the block whore-dog and was always escaping the backyard and livin' the fast life with the locals. In this instance of impregnation, it was with a Lab 3 times her size.) and Emily naturally attached herself to the runt of the litter of 4 and named him S.P. (Special Puppy). We kept one puppy, but was it S.P.? N-O. It was Ralph. Mom thought that the old man that came to see the puppies needed S.P. more than Emily. Mom's always been sans-sensitive with Emily.

Oooh, ohhh this a good one: On the way home from Shaver Lake one time (she was probably 6 or 7), she got car sick on all of the mountain curves and puked Orange Crush into Dad's mesh trucker hat. Really gross, but we laughed then and we laugh now.

That's enough to get us started. Anyone else have something to add???