tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805504101401683454.post4714954762487449416..comments2015-01-18T11:31:47.787-06:00Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11154692504751436022noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805504101401683454.post-79140810522879265122008-11-25T15:22:00.000-06:002008-11-25T15:22:00.000-06:00Ah the good ol' days! I used to love Steve's away messages. Oh and Jeremy had good ones too. <BR/><BR/>Thanks for the trip down memory lane!Gallo Pinto2http://www.blogger.com/profile/17906480670448043712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805504101401683454.post-58292272428915584242008-11-25T08:23:00.000-06:002008-11-25T08:23:00.000-06:00HAHAHA! I especially remember the kangaroo one! I, too, have mistaken deer on the road home to Michigan for the less common kangaroo. You never know!Raechelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08749957283761850800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805504101401683454.post-57907130091849624252008-11-25T07:42:00.000-06:002008-11-25T07:42:00.000-06:00YES YES YES! I remember the good ol' days when a crafty away message was of utmost importance.<BR/><BR/>Another favorite of mine is a quote from Rich (a crazy friend that lived next door to Steve and I):<BR/>"It's like, uh, holding hands and walkin' through the forest and stuff."<BR/>-Rich (on the definition of lust)<BR/><BR/>Is it weird that I still think 'That would make a great away message' whenever someone says something super-random?<BR/><BR/>Oh well. Thank you Christine, for reminding me of such fond memories.erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08138557364383642552noreply@blogger.com