With everyone jumping on the apology bandwagon, I guess it's my turn.
My apologies to the following:
Sandra Kay whose front tooth I knocked out at the water fountain in Grade 1
Betty Burnett whose knee still carries the end of the lead pencil I imbedded there in Grade 6
Dougie Darmody who I slugged during "Spin the Bottle" in Grade 8
My brothers for forcing them to eat rice pudding when Mom and Dad were out for the evening
My brother, Alan, for telling him he needed a tablecloth to blow his nose because it was so big
The neighbour down the road for walking on his newly seeded grass after he put up a sign, "Warning: Do not walk on the grass."
The firemen in the City of Calgary for starting a brush fire in the tumbleweeds behind the Stampeder Hotel on the MacLeod Trail
The families whose flowers I stole from the graves of their relatives at the Chinese Cemetery so I could give them to my mother
The cemetery custodian for riding Wahoo, the horse, through the graveyard and jumping headstones
The policeman in Quebec who stopped me for speeding but let me off when I said "Je ne parle pas Francais" when I understood every word he said
My brother, James, for shaving off all his hair resulting in him having to wear a toque all summer
My DH for making Nanaimo Bars and hiding them in the linen closet so I wouldn't have to share them (if you want the recipe, e-mail me)
My girlfriend, who shall remain nameless, who I told looked "fabulous" in an ill-fitting, gaudy dress...
Phew, I could be at this all day, so I'll leave it there.
If you feel you're due an apology, chime in right away. I don't know how long these feelings of remorse and repentance are going to last.