August 18 | barge on in
I was young, maybe 10 years old, and was pestering Melissa as only an older sister could. I turned around and she was gone; I knew that she had gone into the bathroom because the door was closed.
I barged in there to give her a piece of my mind, only to see Marty standing at the toilet urinating. He said something profound, like, "Hey!" and I shut the door quite embarrassed.
Sorry 'bout that, Marty.
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August 10 | She loves her dog's
I remember when Kiana and I were both working on the slope, how excited Melissa would get when it was time for us to go back to work. Not that she wanted us to leave, but that meant that she got to watch are dog Bossco and the lizard wile we were gone. I think she loved Bossco just as much as we do and that’s a lot! When we were in town she would come by and ask if she could take him to the beach or sometimes just for a ride in her truck around town, Bossco was always ready to go. One day her and I drove all over town taking pictures of her in all different places so she would have a bunch to chose from for her senior picture. I just remember how she wanted Bossco in all of them. I wish I would have spent more time with her and had been closer to her. That goes for all of my brothers and my sister. I never thought that I wouldn’t have the chance to tell her how important she is to me or that I loved her. At least I still have the chance with the rest of them. I miss her very much! I know we all do, even Bossco.
August 04 | little black dress
When I was a junior in High School, Melissa was in the 8th grade. She had this dress she had worn to one of the dances at the Junior High: it was a simple black dress and had a sheer red flowery dress over it.
One morning I snuck into her bedroom and ‘borrowed’ her little black dress. Now, anyone who knew us back then knows that we were the farthest thing from the same size.
But her little black dress hugged all the right curves; I tucked it into a pair of new black jeans, a white button-up shirt open over it, and black strappy heels on my feet. I looked hot, and I knew it. I think this is the first time my (now) husband noticed me.
I ‘borrowed’ her dress a few other times, but I don’t think she ever noticed. I'm sure she would have said something if she had noticed.
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