Discussion in 'Just for Laughs and Games' started by Ursula, Dec 9, 2008.
Oh goodness, I hope these stories are not contagious.
When traveling in FL (for work) I thought it would be a good idea to have my work clothes on hangers to put on the hook in the car, instead of folding them in my suitcase.
Nope. NOT a good idea. I got to the southwest coast (way to far to come back for them) only to realize I'd left my work clothes on their hangers at home. I looked pretty funny working in my casual clothes, let me tell you. (At least I had something! Can you imagine having to wear the same clothes three days in a row)!?
What you do?...... C'mon fess up.....
When DH lived in America and we were courting he used to phone me dead on 11am British time cos of the time difference to chat... He always said he loved me as I answered the phone... so this time when he rang I yelled "I LOVE YOU" down the phone.... there was a manly giggle and then someone said... er thank you I think! It was someone from the bank phoning me..... lol....
lolololololololol did you get an overdraft ? lol
I once went to work with blue eyebrows I used to have to get up early for work and it was still dark outside but I could see ok with the curtains open because of the street lamp coming into the bedroom... Didn't put the light on because didn't want to wake my ex husband.... Soooooo I sat at the mirror and did me eyebrows like you do and other makeup... got the bus to work.... worked right up until lunch and went to the toilet and then brushed my hair and *Shriek* No one had told me and no one had said a word! lol! Bright blue eyebrows instead of brown... I'd used the wrong eye pencils
I not fessing up to anymore....
Once when I was younger I got up for school in the morning and tossed a dress on and went on my way. I felt a bit lumpy when I got there and when I went into the bathroom I realized that I had left my pjs underneath
To blue eyebrows and lumpy dresses!
I once tried to color my own hair. Let me say that better. One time when I tried to color my own hair, it ended up being PATENT LEATHER SHINY BLACK! What a mess.
Then one time I thought I'd be smart and have my sister help me. I ended up with red hair and blond roots. No, I'm not blonde. My sister had used bleach and vlipped the ends of my (then) long hair up on my head and left them there. That caused the bleach to work more strongly on the roots. The red was that stupid fake doll red, too.
I've had loads of hair troubles. When I was about six, I wanted to get rid of my bangs and when I Mama she said that you can't just get rid of bangs you had to let them grow out. So. I cut them off. Laid those scissors right against my scalp and cut those bangs right off. Yep. Cute, huh?
So you see Helly? You aren't the only one with good stories.
Now. Where's our Issy?
My mom used to work at the bank doing keypunch at night. So, I stayed home with my dad. I used to have Shirley Temple curls except I was redheaded. My dad was "watching" me except he was really fixing the hot water heater.
I decided that my bangs were too long. I found the scissors and gave myself the most horrendous shag haircut of all time. I also didn't have even half an inch of bang left. I knew I did something wrong so I hid my hair everywhere!. It was underneath trash, inside cookbooks, etc.
My mom cried and my daddy spanked me.
My Mom made me wear a sailor hat until my bangs grew out.
Well my dad is huge on telling me to keep an eye on Alysia at all times. Mmmhmmm like he did. I cut all my hair off, I went to the bathroom in a public display at a home improvement store and goodness knows what else I did under his watchful eye
I never cut my hair....but I did decide to shave my legs at the age of about six....
Good heavens that was a lot of bandaids.
That reminds me......
I decided when I was about 7 that my arms were too hairy. So, I took my papaw's bright, shiny, incredibly sharp razor and started shaving my arm. It didn't hurt till I saw the blood. I lied and told them I was trying to shave my legs too. I still have a scar down the side of my arm...its probably 6 inches long.
Why the fib?
I was embarrassed........I fessed up a few years ago.
Then there was the time I found a rusty curtain rod in my grandparents backyard...I thought it would make a great "shover" so I could swing higher (picture in your mind, if you will, the poles used by the gondoliers to push themselves along...) I jumped into my swing....pushed off with my "shover" which immediately became mired in the mud and down I came on it...in a very, very sensitive spot on my...chest....
I'm still not following the train of thought? Not that it matters, it's just that I'd like to follow the child Johnie's thinking...
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