Submission

Dear Readers,

My mind hasn't been working correctly lately. Simple things like speaking, writing, and thinking have been more difficult than usual. I'm sure when my sister Andrea reads this, she'll laugh to herself thinking, "You were only one or two steps ahead of a sack of hammers anyway, I don't know why this comes as a surprise to you now...". Regardless, I've tried and tried again to write a thoughtful and delightful blog for you, but keep failing miserably.

In an effort to keep faith in my writing alive, I thought I would post my submission to the "One Minute Idaho" writing contest. Will I win? It's doubtful. None-the-less, I'm proud that I was able to condense this infamous story down to 118 words. For those of you that already know it, my apologies for being redundant. For those of you who have yet to experience the wonderment of the collective genius of the Badger sister's, I hope you enjoy (and yes, it's all true). Without further ado, my submission:


“This will be so funny!” My older sister exclaimed. Having spent the weekend in Boise with my aunt, we were preparing for the long ride home to Rupert. She made two signs; one said “HELP US”, the other said “SAVE US”.

The faces people make when they see teenage girls in the back of an Oldsmobile holding up these signs is priceless. Unbeknownst to us, a plan was made. Our car was surrounded by semi-trucks and stopped by the Twin Falls exit. Horrified, we watched the burly truckers come to our rescue, only to be angered and annoyed to find that we were not captives. We were just the daughters of the now irate man driving the car.

And there you have it. If I win, I get to have some sort of crazy night snorting cocaine and going to a rave with Ira Glass. Well, go to a meet and greet with him anyway. If I lose, well, I have to pay $75 if I want to catch a glimpse of the NPR icon. So for his sake, I hope I win, otherwise he won't see this pretty face anywhere near the Morrison Center.

Sincerely,
h.