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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I was home with my baby girl and I was vacuuming her room. The baby started to cry in her crib so I got on the floor to reach her pacifier under the crib and my hair got sucked up into the machine. I was stuck there for a long time before I realized I could just pull the cord out of the wall. I still had to untangle my hair out of the rollers while the baby screamed. Ouch!
I was ignoring my grandma so she told me to go get the mail and, as I did, she locked the door on me. I was trapped, so I yelled and screamed. I climbed through a window but when I did, she broke my favorite toy. I was only 7! I called my dad and he gave her 10 dollars. Wow, did I feel loved that day.
On a school ski trip, I decided to go snowboarding. I stunk. Strangely, I passed it then we had to go down the hill. I tried, but I fell and could not get up. I accidentally knocked down the instructor's board. The guy started to yell at me then ran down hill. When he came back up he yelled again and told me the board had hit a little girl.
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.
I went to the eye doctor and my script had changed a lot. The day my new glasses came in, my husband had been grilling at work for a picnic.When we got to the store, I put on my awesome new glasses, looked at husband to ask "What do you think?" Instead, I said, "Honey! Where are your eyebrows!" There were lots of laughs!
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.
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