A Time For The Funniest!

Throughout my life I have done dumb things. Things that make me laugh, things that make other people laugh and things that are just laughable period.

Last week I told you about spraying my hair with Lysol. Now that was purely Fran's fault because he was rushing me.

I wear false teeth. Last night my upper plate was hurting me for some reason so it went in a cup.

This morning I went into a panic. I could not find my teeth. I tore the bed apart. Then I went half crying to Fran. He tore the bed apart. Fran got a little fussy with me and told me to really watch Maggie because she would eat them up if she found them. I mentally tabulated how much a new pair would cost and how much I hated Fran for being "mean" to me.

I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down to pout in the living room. As I swallowed the hot coffee I kind of made a little sucking motion with my tongue. Yup, you guessed it I had my teeth in my mouth.

I told Fran I had found my teeth; they were in my mouth. He was in the kitchen doorway and just stared at me. He had a little sparkle in his brown eyes, and a tiny little chuckle and a barely perceptible shake of his head. He then turned and went outside to blow snow.

I didn't do it, but I wanted to stick my tongue out at him, but of course, that would have been childish!