Wednesday, November 18, 2020

Challenge: The Funniest Thing Happened...

This is part of the weekly Blogging Challenge over at Long and Short Reviews. If you'd like to participate, you can find the prompts here. They also put up a post every Wednesday where you go and link your response -- and see everyone else's. Check out their homepage to find it.

The challenge for this week is "funniest things that have happened to me".

And honestly, I'm not sure how to answer this. My life is pretty boring, and not the least bit funny. 

I mean, okay, there was the time in grad school when I was standing in the registrar's office staring at the empty front desk and waiting for someone in the back room to look up and notice me, and the monitor gave a very final POP before smoke started billowing up from it, prompting me to lean around the counter and say, "Pardon me, your computer appears to be on fire." But that wasn't funny, really. Droll, maybe, but not really funny. 

Or there was the time when, as a new parent out to meet some friends for breakfast, I moved the baby up so he could sit on my shoulders, whereupon he came out with a massive poosplosion that overflowed his diaper and went right down my back. But that one wasn't funny at all. 

Oh! Wait! I know! There was the time when I was sitting in a playground late at night and accidentally scared a couple of young adults. That one was kind of funny.

10 comments:

  1. I liked all of these stories. You've had some interesting stuff happen to you!

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  2. That never happened with me kids or grandkids, but I can sympathize.

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    1. Parenting is excellent training in how to find creative solutions for completely unexpected problems. Also, I now keep a complete change of clothes in my trunk, even though the boys are far too large to ride on my shoulders anymore.

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  3. Droll counts ... :-)

    Loved your other story!

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  4. Ah those poopsplosions. We had one of those when the child was small and I went to pick him up--he hadn't been feeling good and the fam insisted we all be there for Christmas Eve. Despite my better judgment, we went. He exploded when I picked him up and my BIL, who can't handle poo, got all disgusted and dramatic. I took the tot downstairs to the family room, cleaned him up, put his dirty things in a baggie so they wouldn't be gross in the diaper bag and conned DH into taking us home. Ah...not funny the kid exploded, but funny that poo bothered my BIL that much.

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    1. Yeah, I feel like if he didn't get hit by it he had no room to complain... but that's probably uncharitable of me.

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  5. I like your playground story. I think I'd have run off too.

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