April 6, 2008
Rambo, Save Me!
Jannie is very imaginative. We were living on Decatur, I think, and she was in the kitchen making up stories. She had a butter knife and a spoon and was making them jump up and down. The knife came bounding across the table while the spoon was tipping off the edge, yelling "Rambo, Rambo, save me!" Is that how the story goes?
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That's one story...but I don't really feel like telling the others. :)
Ok, yeah it’s true. But some of my favorite Rambo adventures were on the swing set at that old house on Gentry when I would pretend to be swinging over hot lava and my Rambo always came to rescue me. I was never allowed to watch Rambo movies by the way. Anyway, to make myself feel better, Tiffany played save the fork, er, I mean damsel-in-distress-hanging-off-the-edge-of-the-table, with her precious Needly…Needly was the knife and he always came to the rescue.
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