Barrel of Monkeys
Now, I have to thank TIG from Drunken Wisdom for his dryer ridin' story he shared today. It reminded me of my own tale to tell...
It was a dark and stormy Thursday night long long ago (it really was). My future Husband (we didn't start dating till like 3 years later) and I went with his mom on her weekly adventure to the local laundro-mat, since they were new to town and were renting till they bought a house. Now, you get a couple of 14 year olds bored, and things just happen.
After being there for about an hour or so, we had gotten bored, and in the historic nature of kids that age, that is not a very good thing. So as his mother which we shall call "Tough Cookie" throughout this story. Because she tries soooo hard to be a tough cookie, but it almost never works out for her. Still doesn't to this day. Anyway, since it has always been highly entertaining to try and upset her.....wait...it still is....anyway...
So as she had her back turned folding a fresh load of laundry, fast as a flash my future husband was in a dryer. As we noticed the roominess of the luxury machine, he urged me to come in there and join him. So since the dryer was already half-occupied, it took a bit for me to fold myself up and get on in there. Kids are persistent however, and the two of us were crammed in there like a couple of hostages in the trunk of an economy car. One of us was able to reach out and get the dryer door/window almost closed, and then things got started. We coordinated our mass to get the dryer tub unwillingly rocking back and forth, in a vain attempt to get the machine to actually spin. We were in there sweating like a couple of hobos, and giggling like little girls when all of a sudden who do we see in the window......
Tough Cookie. Hands on the hips, lips pursed, breathing heavy, just standing there looking at this freak show in progress. But her eyes, oh the EYES DON'T LIE!! We made her day.
Then of course we had to try and get out of this thing (which is harder than getting in when it is two people in there) because it is just like trying to pull one monkey out of a barrel of monkeys. All tangled up we were. I asked for assistance from her, and her reply was "You two delinquents got yourselves into that mess, you can figure out how to get yourselves out". Thanks Tough Cookie. Then we got the "I can't take the two of you anywhere" speech, to which we both wholeheartedly agreed with her. Which didn't help any.
And without any other proper supervision for us, (Yes we really did need supervision) the very next week she took us right back to the laundro-mat to reek more havoc.
And the very next week there was a OUT OF ORDER sign stuck to our dryer. We have NO IDEA why.
It was a dark and stormy Thursday night long long ago (it really was). My future Husband (we didn't start dating till like 3 years later) and I went with his mom on her weekly adventure to the local laundro-mat, since they were new to town and were renting till they bought a house. Now, you get a couple of 14 year olds bored, and things just happen.
After being there for about an hour or so, we had gotten bored, and in the historic nature of kids that age, that is not a very good thing. So as his mother which we shall call "Tough Cookie" throughout this story. Because she tries soooo hard to be a tough cookie, but it almost never works out for her. Still doesn't to this day. Anyway, since it has always been highly entertaining to try and upset her.....wait...it still is....anyway...
So as she had her back turned folding a fresh load of laundry, fast as a flash my future husband was in a dryer. As we noticed the roominess of the luxury machine, he urged me to come in there and join him. So since the dryer was already half-occupied, it took a bit for me to fold myself up and get on in there. Kids are persistent however, and the two of us were crammed in there like a couple of hostages in the trunk of an economy car. One of us was able to reach out and get the dryer door/window almost closed, and then things got started. We coordinated our mass to get the dryer tub unwillingly rocking back and forth, in a vain attempt to get the machine to actually spin. We were in there sweating like a couple of hobos, and giggling like little girls when all of a sudden who do we see in the window......
Tough Cookie. Hands on the hips, lips pursed, breathing heavy, just standing there looking at this freak show in progress. But her eyes, oh the EYES DON'T LIE!! We made her day.
Then of course we had to try and get out of this thing (which is harder than getting in when it is two people in there) because it is just like trying to pull one monkey out of a barrel of monkeys. All tangled up we were. I asked for assistance from her, and her reply was "You two delinquents got yourselves into that mess, you can figure out how to get yourselves out". Thanks Tough Cookie. Then we got the "I can't take the two of you anywhere" speech, to which we both wholeheartedly agreed with her. Which didn't help any.
And without any other proper supervision for us, (Yes we really did need supervision) the very next week she took us right back to the laundro-mat to reek more havoc.
And the very next week there was a OUT OF ORDER sign stuck to our dryer. We have NO IDEA why.
posted by Sarah at
3:05 PM
