Has silly things ever happened to you? Share your moments here!

[LostArt]

They happen to me all the dag gum time! Or I do something goofy. I don't know how I get into these predicaments. But, they have been happening to me since I was a young tot. And so far, I can't even get too OLD not to have these moments. It's disgustin'!

The Boss is always laughing at these experiences. He is not sure how it happens to me either, but he says it's made his life pretty interesting for sure. Sometimes, I really wish I was normal and these "experiences", as my husband calls them, didn't happen to me. I'd like to be somewhat classy with out the goofiness, if you know what I mean.

So, if you gents and ladies will share yours, I'll share a few of mine.

[LostArt]

Okay, would you like me to go first? If so, how about posting that you would. :D

[LostArt]

No response, eh?

Umm.........which story should I tell first?


Okay, this story happened a couple of months ago or less.


I'm in the shower and I thought I heard the doorbell. I was in the midst of shampooing my hair. I finished and then turned off the water and hear some man yelling inside my front door! HOLY COW PATTIES!!!

I still don't panic. I'm really not one to panic. So, I look out the bathroom window, and sure nuff....it's the pestman! He has checked and yelled in the house, no answer...he figures no one is home. Oh hell. I'm thinking he usually calls me the night before and lets me know this. And he didn't this time!

I don't have time to dress and I don't want the guy coming right on in! A million sceens run through my mind. I then hear the door open and yell, "I'm in the shower!!! Who is it?!!!"

After I said that, my face is turning red and I'm shaking my head, grittin' my teeth.......and I'm thinking..."WHY DID YOU SAY THAT!! Ya **** idiot!"

He apologizes sayin he is sorry and I tell him usually Corey (the owner) lets me know the night before he is coming.....that he is coming!

I'm carrying on a conversation with a complete stranger, yelling down the hallway, wrapped in my bathtowel, lookin' like some dingbat woman, I'm sure!

Okay, I get over it. I've never seen the pestman. Never even been home to see a pestman much really.

Next Friday the man shows up. I answer the door (yes in my clothes) and he is grinning at me. "Mrs. Dingbat?" I answer, "Yes. That's me." He says, "It's okay to come in?"

Why is it....that I seem to be the kind of person to tease? Why is that?

I laugh and say, "I'm sorry." He grins and says, "It's okay. But, when I heard you yell down the hallway...you have a low husky voice.....Alto?" I nod, he grins. "I could almost hear the click of the hammer going back."

My face is red, I know it is. My daughter is laughing behind me and says, "That's my mom. She seems to always get into the stranges situations."

And that's another thing!! My family never seems to stick up for me!!!

[LostArt]

Just the title should be a dead give-away, right? No. Not really. Not for me anyway. I'm use to nicknames. Nicknames are a given in the south. It's no biggy. Heck, I have a few of my own. And no, I'm not saying what they are! I just ain't.

Anyway, one evening we were having a cookout at our house. I've not met all the men that the Boss works with. I've mentioned some names here in the past. Like Chili, Pepper, Red, Skank, Skwerl, Head, etc, etc.

As most of you guys, you don't really tell all the stories to your wives. Which isn't fair sometimes. It is really nice to know the inside of things just in case we are in a strange situation that we are not use to being in. But, no.....that would not make it INTERESTING, am I right???? You guys kill me. Ya really do!

The evening is starting good when my husband calls me over to met Stump. I'm one to usually shakehands. I've always been that way. I know it's not normally a woman's way, but my father always said a handshake can make a difference on how you present yourself. Just firm, one shake, and the "glad to meet ya" and release. Right. Riiiiiiiiight.

I outstretch my righthand, and Stump offers me his left-----------oh my-------his left stump. There is NO HAND. In just those few seconds.....my father failed me! Now what???

I change hands and shake his nub with my left hand. And I said, "It's so nice to meet you!" He looks down at my hand, I smile, and release. He just stares at me. Then he smiles, "I've never had a woman reach for my stump like you have."

My husband and those men around us roared. Even though my face is red, I'm not going down----no way---the Boss is watching me. I grin and said, "I've never held one in mixed company before either."

My husband was laughing and Stump says, "****, where'd you find this one?"