Time for Reflections has started a new meme called HEEE HEEE MEME. The rules for this meme are:
1. You must write this post while looking somewhat ridiculous.
2. Next you must tell us something funny or silly about yourself; or something that
happened to you that made you look ridiculous.
3. Then LINK to three other people and
invite them to join the Meme.
4. Finally don't forget to LINK back to the person who
invited you so that your readers can read about them and join in the laughter.
As you can see from the picture above I am having a bad hair day as usual. That's always enough to ruffle one's feathers, isn't it? It was a new product put out by Gloreal, guaranteed to transform even the mousiest long hair into a glorious treasure called Platinum Deluxe. Never trust those fly-by-night hair dye companies...they're all a bunch of quacks.
Now for my story (please note - contains potty humor and may offend those who were not raised by fathers who required their children to pull their thumbs regularly). People seem to want to hear the Disney Story, so here goes:
FLUSH AND BLUSH
When I was in my mid twenties, a few of my family members flew down to Florida to visit a friend. She lived pretty close to Disney World so we decided to check it out. The craziness began while my brother and I were in a tightly packed elevator in Magic Kingdom. Jim and I were jammed dead center in the middle of the elevator and as it was rising someone on board let go a vicious SBD. (Silent but deadly for all those whose fathers failed in their duty to teach their children all they must know about bodily functions. Much to my mom's dismay, of course.) The elevator soon reeked to high heaven. Yours truly, who in a previous post explained about her losing battle against inappropriate laughter received a quick poke in the side from Jim along with a waggle of the eyebrows. That did it. Soon we were both laughing so hard that tears were rolling down my eyes. Other than us, there was dead silence. Maybe it knocked everyone else out...I don't know. What I do know is that my brother made me look like the culprit.
I offered it up. Steam rises anyway so there was no sense in ignoring it.
Shortly after, we went and grabbed my mom from the hotel room so she could take a walk around the park. After an hour or two my mom and I stopped at a restroom to empty our bladders. Disney had recently installed the automatic toilets that flush when you stand up. (Those things have always creeped me out, by the way. I always wondered if the red sensor buttons were little cameras. I mean, how do they know when you stand up?) There were lots of people in line to use the bathrooms so I used the toilet quickly. When I was exiting my mom yelled out, "Mary! My toilet won't flush!" I shouted back, "Mom, you're in Disney. This is Magic Kingdom; you have to turn around and say, "Flush!" She did so. A moment later she said, "Mary! It still won't flush!" I replied, "Yell louder." My poor mom must have yelled at that toilet five times before realizing I was tricking her. I think the laughter throughout the restroom clued her in. She swatted my arm on the way out but I was giggling to hard to feel it.
I made it up to her later. After all, I'm a good daughter with a charitable nature. After much Disney food, my mom got a bellyache and we rushed to the nearest restroom. This was no quiet bellyache and I could sense her embarrassment, so kindhearted Mary decided to help her out by turning on all the hand dryers at once, turning a couple of taps on, and singing Zip-Ah-Dee-Doo-Dah at the top of my lungs.
Need I add that my mom forgave me for the flush incident after?
Grace at Just Be Real
Puff at Puff's Blog About Stuff
Colleen at Thoughts on Grace
Sarah at Signs of Faith and Love
Jane at Seven angels, four kids, one family
I guess I can't count.
Let's see what you're made of ladies! Don't worry, it can be anything funny! I was going to tag Kathryn too, but she's already got a post up called "Letting go is hard to do" so I figured I better not ;)