Everyone has a little crazy in their family.
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childhood (or parenthood) that makes
you wonder just how you all survived.
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My brother and I are very competitive. He is older than me, so he usually got the better of me... that is until crazy ping pong. We decided that if we could hit the other person with the ball, it would be a point. That became a lot of fun. But even that was nothing until my brother told me to take my shirt off. It took a while for our welts to disappear.
When I was 13, I was selected to go to Chicago for a modeling convention. My mother was not "with it" so she asked my aunt if she would tag along. When we got to Chicago, my mother and aunt began speaking in a British accent to everyone (including each other) because it "sounded more posh." Needless to say, I only got one callback ... and then they talked to my mom.
Last Christmas, my uncle from Virginia, who is a chef, brought a smoked turkey. My dad left the frozen turkey on a table outside to thaw. Then my brother let his dog Walter out. Walter is a puggle (pug/beagle) so he is kind of short. About 10 minutes later, my brother said, "Walter's eating the turkey!" He ate half the turkey! My dad was really mad.
We were having dinner at my cousin's beautiful home. Her mama (my "Aunt Edna") is nuts. She was telling us all about some tailbone injury she had as a child. To fully illustrate her story and in front of 10 people, she dropped her pants at the table and insisted that my mom touch the spot where the injury occurred. My mom's face was priceless!
One afternoon at work, my dad was shredding papers. As he leaned over the shredder to grab a sheet, the tie he was wearing happened to dangle close enough to activate the shredder's motion sensors. All of a sudden his tie began to shred, choking him! At the last minute, my dad was able to cut off his tie. For the rest of the day, he had a nubby tie.
When I was 4, my two sisters and I each had a Barbie. One sister was mad at the other, so she convinced me to throw her Barbie away. She told me I could take it out of the garbage later, so I did it. The garbage got taken out, however. Since I was the one who threw the Barbie away, I had to give mine to my sister. I didn't have another Barbie until I was 7!
My mother, at her wit's end, punished my brother and me by tying us to kitchen chairs. Thankfully, the old 70s vinyl black chairs had rollers on them so we entertained ourselves by playing roller derby until we collided and fell over. Still tied to the chairs and flailing about, my mother could only stare at us and laugh because we "reminded (her) of dead cockroaches."
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