to spare my sister emily public scrutiny and embarrassment, i have chosen to post the following note on our blog. well, emily, now that we have a personal post just for you, lets get comfortable so i can share some of my feelings. in elementary school, sometimes we would be encouraged to share our feelings with one another: good feelings were called "warm fuzzies," and the cold, hurtful feelings were called "cold pricklies." so here it goes:
emily, when you refer to my things as "junk," it makes me feel "bad." it also leads me to think you have little to no memory of who has left more "junk" at our parents lovely home, for more years than any other member of our happy family. you will be happy to know that since i have been married, i have (unlike several so called "members" of our family) had no belongings in the care of our parents. ironically, i just spoke to mom and dad who had some cold pricklies of their own, which came in the form of two to three boxes labeled "emily's junk" in the storage room down stairs. it is possible that i have taken the same creative liberties with the labeling of your precious keepsakes and useful goods, but i think you understand....
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Sitting in my office at 5:30am laughing....
Cruel, so cruel. I don't have time to list all the cold prickles I feel for you because I have to leave for school, but believe me, I FEEL them!
Just so you know, Mom and Dad feel honored to have a bit of me in the black abyss they call the food storage room. :)
After reading Emi's previous comment I could see venom spewing from Seth's mouth.
Elder Holland would be ashamed of you Seth (see conference talk from April 2007 on "Speaking with a tongues of Angels"
Oh, I hope you all know this is in fun. Love is all around!
I love the post, Seth
Birch
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