Heather Anne: Good night, Rose. Go to sleep, honey. Pray for brains.

One morning last week I accidentally listened to my local A.M. radio station during my commute. When, during the traffic report, they said, "There is a patch of ice out in front of Reed's Cafe. Careful that you don't slip and spill your grits when you come out the front door," I said to myself, "Waterlily," (That's what I call myself sometimes.) "Waterlily, you need to listen to this station more often."

Yesterday I called in to my local A.M. station because someone from the Huckabee campaign was on air, saying Huckabee didn't make computer-generated calls in Georgia on Super Tuesday. And, well, Mike Huckabee's computer called me twice on Super Tuesday: once to ask me to vote for him; a second time to tell me he'd won West Virginia. On the radio, I was all, "I got some computer calls." And the campaign guy was like, "No, you didn't." And I was all, "Um, yeah, I did." And he was all, "They must have been personal calls." And I was like, "You mean it actually was Mike Huckabee on the phone?" And he said, "Yeah, probably." Waterlily thinks this is a lie.

This morning on local A.M. they asked listeners to call in and give their memoir in six words or less. Some woman said: "Happy mom of six little boys." One guy said, "Born bald. Grew hair. Bald again." Another listener said, "Voted for Bush twice. Not sorry." I didn't call in, but I decided my memoir in six words or less would say: "Ate some cookies, read some books." And for the sequel: "Loved Britain more than entirely appropriate."

Question.

Your memoir in six words or less, what would it say?

Comments

loved books. hated celery. heart broke.

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Makes perfect turkey. Beautiful like whoa.

Posted by: kat | February 7, 2008 10:45 AM

Born. Lived. Living. Going to die.

I like to think it's the sort of story that everyone can relate to.

Raised magic rabbits. Both could talk.

Posted by: Schnozz | February 7, 2008 10:46 AM

Almost always found the good stuff.

That's a great one, Mike!

Posted by: Mike | February 7, 2008 11:14 AM

Kat! I hate celery too.

(That is not my answer to the question. You know I can't answer a question like that.)

Here, I'll do it for you.

Quoted Friends. Inexplicably hated peanut butter.

Posted by: Abigail | February 7, 2008 11:46 AM

Really strange child, never grew up.

I also never want to grow up!

Posted by: Ashley | February 7, 2008 11:53 AM

Endured. Persevered. Still enduring. Still persevering.

Gave Potter a go. Adored it.

Posted by: You can call me, 'Sir' | February 7, 2008 11:57 AM

Every morning, I try to convince myself to use Carolyn's peanut butter knife in the sink for my cream cheese. I mean, convince myself to clean it and reuse it instead of getting out a new knife.

But I can't do it.

Posted by: Abigail | February 7, 2008 11:58 AM

Drank lots. Made poop jokes. Laughed.

Posted by: Jennie! | February 7, 2008 12:45 PM

Musically Speaking...

Well ... How Did I Get Here?
Talking Heads

When you're chewing on life's gristle...
- Eric Idle -

My own contributions:

Bowing behind a closed curtain

And do you believe the following gets only 614 google hits ('cos it's frickin' brilliant, but I wish I could claim credit upon thinking of it) ...

I Came, I Saw, I Conga'd.

geo

Posted by: geo | February 7, 2008 12:55 PM

I got a call from Cynthia Nixon once asking me to vote for Mark Green for NYC mayor. That was the first robo call I ever got and it was really cool. After that I was mostly annoyed by them.

That's not my life story, just something that happened. My life story?

Can't be summed up that easily.

Posted by: Noelle | February 7, 2008 01:20 PM

Jennie, are you Jason Mulgrew??

Here's mine...

Southern girl. Lives a sitcom. Trying.

Posted by: Courtney | February 7, 2008 02:36 PM

Loves God. Loves Hugs. Eh, love.

Posted by: sarah g | February 7, 2008 02:48 PM

Ernest (Hemingway, not 'goes to jail')
once bet $20 he could write
a complete story in six words.
For the record, his story was:
"For sale: Baby shoes. Never worn."

I made my own feeble attempt.

(Which, btw, is also my story.)

Posted by: Pixelation | February 7, 2008 04:37 PM

I have heard Hemingway's six word story before. It made me cry then and it made me cry now.

Posted by: broke bertha | February 7, 2008 05:40 PM

Loves to read; doesn't make time.

Posted by: warcrygirl | February 7, 2008 07:12 PM

I'm a sassy and crafty girl.

Posted by: Aunt Andi | February 7, 2008 07:17 PM

Live my life. Had some fun.

Posted by: churlita | February 8, 2008 01:03 AM

Lived my life. Had some fun.