Ca. 1995 - My BFF AnM, who conveniently lived across the street from me for 6 years, had asked me one September weekend to stay the night. Sleepovers were a big deal for us, and were very frequent occurrences, since it was literally 50 feet away. It was amazing. I can't describe in one small blog all the fun that was had. One of the best things is that we still, after being friends since 1989, haven't really fought. She called me "Miss Prissy Hotshot" after one heated sleepover with another friend. That was about as crazy as we got.
ANNNYYYYYWAY...that day she asked if I could stay the night, so I went into the living room where my parents were sitting. I asked them if I could stay there, and my dad just stared at me for a minute and said, "I think we should call your sister in here." And I said, "I don't think we ALL need to be here for this." Because I am just so clever. So Sister comes in the room, sits down, and my parents announce to us, "We're moving to Alaska." So after living in our lovely state (aka Not Alaska) for 10 years, we upped and moved to Alaska in December 1995 and stayed for 7 great years. Calls for another blog.
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