Thursday, June 18, 2009

I'm Not the Only One

I'm not the only one.

A friend of mine (a good Christian friend, I might add) read yesterday's blog and sent an email. I'm quoting her. However names are withheld to protect the guilty.

"Many years ago we were out on one of our Airstream trips. We were somewhere on the west coast and I'm thinking it might have been the San Francisco area. It was late in the day and my husband was maneuvering a station wagon full of four boys and pulling the trailer through heavy traffic in a retail store area when another family station wagon dad laid on his horn because we hesitated a moment so I could give my husband directions. The dad pulled up next to us and rolled down his window to give us a piece of his mind. Exasperated, I put my thumbs in my ears and wiggled my fingers at him and stuck out my tongue. The look on his face was priceless. His eyes widened, and probably figuring he was dealing with a maniac, he just drove on by. Later I couldn't believe I had done that but it solved the immediate harassment and we were able to continue on our way to find a place to park the trailer and feed four hungry kids. It was the first and last time I've ever done that."

Don't you love it when something like this comes out of you? Or are my friend and I the only ones?


  1. If you are the only ones than that makes your responses even more priceless. wb

  2. I'm not a morning person, never have been. Growing up, my mom would come into my room on occasion and sing way too cheerfully, "Good Morning, Good Morning, Good Morning, it's time to rise and shine . . . " One morning I'll never forget, she came in singing the irritating, cheezy wake-up song. I think I was around 13. Somewhere around the "I hope your feel'n fine" part, I sat up in bed and told her to "SHUT UP!" She slapped me smack across the cheek, shocked me and her both. Needless to say, I wore her hand print to school that day. It was the first and last time I ever told my mom to shut up, the one and only time she ever slapped me and come to think of it, she's never sung that song to me again.