Story time!
I was emailing with a friend from here and I said I had some funny true
stories from home I could post. He said I should. I think we should
*all* give it a try and post some. They don't have to be true like mine
but like they could be true somewhere some time. Doc I *know* you have
some stories! Lets make Nicky welcome!
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We have a big country house and a big family in it and lots of
relatives visit us in the summer and mostly mostly boys stay over a lot
which is great of course. LOL
One summer morning when I was 14 I was early to the saturday breakfast
table (I learned straight on that first pickings are best) and just mom
and dad were there. Mom was making flapjacks (pancakes) and sausages
and eggs. Dad was already working on a stack of flapjacks with maple
syrup and butter (yum!) when I walked in and asked mom for some and
took one and a plate.
She said I had to "wait for the other boys to show up and where are
they and why are they taking so long in the bathroom?"
I said (trying to get around the subject) "They're doing the usual
things".
She said "what could they be doing that could take so long?"
I thought hard and said "Do you want me to take the flap jackoff the
plate till they come?"
Dad exploded a mouthful of half chewed sticky flapjack bits all over
the table. For a couple seconds mom just stood there with a confused
look on her face and then it dawned on her what I just said. While dad
looked like he was trying to strangle himself to keep from laughing up
a storm, big belly shaking like it was churning butter to beat the
band, mom got real red (almost as dark as dad but mostly in pretty
spots on her cheeks) and hollered at me "Go to your room!"
I scampered to safety.
I could hear the other boys asking what happened when they saw the
messy table when they had finally done their businesses in the
bathroom. I don't think Dad could talk straight then (didn't hear a
peep from him) but I heard mom tell them to sit and eat. Then they went
outside to play and I was still alone in my room hungry without
breakfast. A minute or so later mom comes in to my room with a glass of
milk and a plate piled high with her good food and trying to keep a
stern face and not quite succeeding. She's really a soft touch and
can't keep mad for long. She said I could go out and play when I
finished. I couldn't let her leave without a big long hug.
Later that night when all the boys got together before bed I told them
what happened at breakfast. I warned them first not to make a ruckus
which was fortunate because when they heard the story they couldn't
stop cracking up for a good long time. With blanket corners stuffed in
their mouthes to keep quiet. Some of the boys had to be "persuaded" a
little to take that precaution I have to admit. Not that I didn't have
some fun helping them pass the tickle test.
After things quieted down a bit we went to sleep. Almost. I knew what
they were doing and the word didn't have a "flap" in it. What I was
doing didn't either.
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I have more stories ready to post. After some of you guys post some.
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Grant
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