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Today is Fun Friday... Take a minute a tell a funny story about yourself. I'll start. I had the opportunity in July to lead worship in the congregation where I grew up. (D's adad is the pastor.) I finished preaching at the first service, and promptly disappeared from sight when I fell out of the pulpit!
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I am a giggler. It doesn't matter what is going on...I will start giggling. I also start laughing for absolutely no reason when there is complete silence. Not to long ago when we were going to bed I started laughing hysterically...DH looked at me like I was nuts...it was too much for him...he started laughing too!! Beware...my giggles are contagious :coffee:
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A few days before my Grandfather died I broke my sternum. Anyway, at the funeral I started to cry and ended up with the hiccups. The only thing that helped the pain at that time was to put a bed pillow on my chest and cross my arms over my sternum to help hold everything still. Guess where they get pillows from in a funeral home - you're right - a casket!!!:eek:
'course I wasn't the only one with a problem at that funeral. My brother-in-law was a pallbearer and as such did not sit in the family area. Part way through the eulogy he started in with his famous freight-train volume snoring. My sister was absolutely mortified.
We all agree, my Grandfather would have loved his funeral.
The funniest "story" I can recall is that when I was about 6 years old my sister and I were "playing" outside. I loved Superman so I tied a towel around my neck, climbed up on the roof of the garage and "jumped" off thinking that I could fly. Needless to say, I broke my nose (and still have the "bump" to prove it). The family has never let me forget it. Although I am grateful that we didn't own a video camera. She was the smart one - she was "spiderman" but though I should go "first". She just sent me the "Superman Returns" DVD. Thank goodness we don't have a garage!
Okay so yesterday I was up visiting my friend's baby in the NICU. My friend is 22 and I'm 26. Anyways, she was in the quiet room pumping. I was holding her baby by his bassinette when babe's nurse walked by. She asked me "are you Ryder's other grandmother?" She must have seen the shock on my face and I said "no I'm Ryder's kind of auntie!". She gets this shocked look on her face and tries to back paddle by telling me she was actually wondering if mom and I weren't sisters. So I go from being a grandma to the sister.
lol