Monica, one of my dear walking-friends, asked me today if I could remember the funniest thing that ever happened to me, a coals-to-Newcastle question if I have ever heard one. So much to choose from....
My left brain attacked the problem by starting at the beginning. Apparently my parents did not have long to wait for the amusement I was to provide. When I was a toddler, back in those pre-plastic days, my toidie seat (bathroom booster) was made of wood. That was lucky, or I suppose I would still be wearing the one I managed to fit over my head one day . Retraction was futile and my sainted father, who was a talented woodworker among other things, was tasked with sawing it off my neck. My mother cried throughout, I am told. I have no recollection of event but was frequently reminded of its occurence. Every new boyfriend was regaled with it, as a matter of fact. I probably should have run away from home, given this mental abuse, but I was too short to climb up the bus steps at the time.
And, oh yes, the milkman called me "Sonny," and my pediatrician used to pretend that he was a girl. Pretty sure he was kidding. I adored him, despite his evident confusion. I didn't really have a chance, did I?
My left brain attacked the problem by starting at the beginning. Apparently my parents did not have long to wait for the amusement I was to provide. When I was a toddler, back in those pre-plastic days, my toidie seat (bathroom booster) was made of wood. That was lucky, or I suppose I would still be wearing the one I managed to fit over my head one day . Retraction was futile and my sainted father, who was a talented woodworker among other things, was tasked with sawing it off my neck. My mother cried throughout, I am told. I have no recollection of event but was frequently reminded of its occurence. Every new boyfriend was regaled with it, as a matter of fact. I probably should have run away from home, given this mental abuse, but I was too short to climb up the bus steps at the time.
And, oh yes, the milkman called me "Sonny," and my pediatrician used to pretend that he was a girl. Pretty sure he was kidding. I adored him, despite his evident confusion. I didn't really have a chance, did I?
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