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My mom went with some family friends to Branson Sunday morning and came back Monday afternoon. I called her when they were leaving Springfield and she said she was miserable because they ate at Lambert's (she was really full). I asked if it was good and she said yes, then said I had been there before. So we argued back and forth until one her friends said that I went with him 10 years ago. I told them both that I would've remembered eating at such a place. When she got home, we started arguing about it again, because she was certain I had been there and she mentioned the throwed rolls. WTF? I never knew anything about "throwed rolls." I'm pretty sure I would remember having a roll thrown at me. I had no idea what kind of food Lambert's served.

This sort of thing happened about eight years ago with the same cast of characters only Fuddrucker's was the place I had been but had somehow forgotten. Thing is, I have the memory of a [expletive] elephant when it comes to food. And I have never been to Lambert's, yet everyone is still convinced that I did. I'm annoyed.

I babysat you there while she shopped.

You've been to Lamberts.

pop_haines wrote:I'm pretty sure you've been to Fuddrucker's, too.

Well I have now.

And I was uncomfortable with dangerous as a babysitter.

I have to say that I agree. I think if you had been to Lambert's you would remember it. Not necessarily because of the "food", but definitely because of the cast of characters who work and pig out there. Oh and the fact that you would have had to stop at every bathroom between there and home.

i just can't fathom you not remembering the throwed rolls.
what kind of person doesn't remember a thing like that?
snayke, honey, are you on the crack?
oh god, you are on the crack, aren't you!

Yeah, my crack addiction was at its absolute worst when I was 12. So, maybe I was there?

I love it when people tell you something about yourself as if they know you better than you.

My favorite is the pronunciation of my distinctly Hungarian name. Every so often someone comes along and tells me that my name is pronounced as though I were an Italian female. I'll try to correct them a few times, and if I reach the point the exasperation, I say "well I guess I've had it wrong for 40 years now..."

GatewaySnayke wrote:Yeah, my crack addiction was at its absolute worst when I was 12. So, maybe I was there?

its not that you were on the crack THEN, honey. you probably remembered it fine until you got on the damned crack. thinking like that, thats just part of it. we'll get you help. just remember we love you, dear.