Maybe it's because of my Irish heritage, but I always seem to feel a lot better while grieving by telling stories of the people who've past.

Anyone have any good Jared stories to tell? How did you meet?

Of course, I met Jared on tribe, but we first started our rapport because I'd started the Seattle History tribe, and he was the first member. The first night, we were the only two members and started sharing ghost stories that we'd googled. He started getting all scared because his hall light had burned out and he was all alone in his apartment. I never delete mail, so I;d liek to go back and look for that convo. It went on for about an hour and a half of us trying to scare one another.

One of my other favorites may not translate well into text, but I;ll try. We decided that for dinner we were going to have potatoes au gratin from a box and a can of cranberry sauce. Oh it was gooood! He ate his all really quickly, and i still had some. I was down to my last fork full, but we were having a conversation. I was standing there with the last bite of of potatoes on my fork, but kept talking. He was looking back and forth between my face and my fork. Finally, he just grabbed my wrist and put my fork in his mouth! I stopped talking and we both just sort of looked at each other. He got this look like he was in big trouble, and I just doubled over laughing. A silly story, yeah, but his expression was priceless! It was like he'd no control over himself when he ate it and was waiting for is punishment!