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Dear Charlene Robson,

You don't know me, but I know you.

In the summer of 1998, you went to see Bard on the Beach. You carried Wet'n'Wild lipstick in your purse, along with a small mirror, a Kleenex, and a small booklet. It was entitled Have you made the wonderful discovery of the Spirit-filled life?

I believe you have two brothers. You went to high school in Unionville, but I believe junior high was in Calgary. You went to Trinity Western University. You are now 39 years old, I believe. You liked stenciling and once hand-stamped Christmas cards for friends & family. You traveled in Europe - Germany and Switzerland, I'm guessing. You met the Armerdings, whom I have also met.

(is this creepy?) You might be wondering how I know all this. I know all this because you used to live in my house. And you left your junk here.

Last night we found it. We took some of the more useful stuff: like the $5.35 in change, and a Rubbermaid container, and the Christmas card stamp. Some of the less useful stuff we are giving away - a couple sweaters and some jumper cables. And some of the really useless stuff (like eight roles of developed pictures, mainly of a house and Christmas tree), we have left in the crawlspace.

So just in case you wanted your stuff, it's still here.



Laura J said…
this is a great post. I hope Charlene reads it!
Terra said…
so funny.
i love you beast.

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