Freaky Friday

Why are things always so much more fun when your parents tell you not to do it? I am so terrified at this point of what karma is going to bring to me with my children that I am considering building a house made entirely out of steel. I know that in a previous post I talked a little bit about us going down the stairs in the laundry basket but I think it would be a lot more fun to talk about it in detail.

My mom was always wondering where her laundry baskets were and why they were never around when she needed them the most, sometimes it was because we were to lazy to put our clothes away so we would let them sit in the laundry basket and go to it instead of to our closets. It only makes sense because if I wasn't wearing my fourth of July overalls that my grandma adorably embroidered with my name, I was wearing my looney toones overalls so therefore they either were worn strait out of the dryer or the next day so it was a waste of time and energy to even consider putting them where they should go. But I am going to go ahead and say that most of the time the reason why my mom couldn't find them is because we had either broken them or because we were finding a way to enhance its quickness with my old roller blade wheels. We had such a good set up, we would put a Living Scriptures VCR tape in and sit angelically on the couch until our parents bid us farewell to go to dinner and a movie. Once we heard the garage close we would stop the tape and collect every pillow we had in the house. Lucky for us we had four gigantic pillows so we would put two of them at the bottom surrounded by my parents bed pillows and then two against the wall. Not because we were worried about damaging it but because during a previous run we discovered that those walls feel like someone hitting you in the face with a pillowcase stuffed full of concrete. So there we were taking turns and about halfway down the stairs we would hear a strange dragging noise. When we stopped long enough to stop throwing each other down the stairs and look for the problem, we discovered the carpet was being pulled off the stairs. Oops. We looked at each other, kicked it back in place and continued to see who could push someone fast enough to do some real damage to their bones. One day the saddest thing happened, we were too heavy to go down the stairs so the front of the basket would catch and we would flip forward over the top. But don't worry, the perfect idea came to me after someone slapped me in the back of the head with a foot long summer sausage. If we rode backwards with our legs out of the basket and held our weight to the back it still works. This also made it much more fun because the person going down had no idea what was about to meet them and I will tell you what, there is nothing funnier than holding a broom across at head height and watching their face as they are clothes lined and flip down four stairs.

I have some sad news... I have to start only posting a Freaky Friday once a month. But this way I will post more posts in between :) I have found that I blog less for some reason but don't worry, I have some great things to blog about!