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superbadgirl) wrote2006-08-07 02:49 pm
superbadgirl) wrote2006-08-07 02:49 pm
Things
I don't like wintergreen gum. I like wintergreen mints, but gum is gross.
I just got back from downstairs. On my way down there, I took the back steps, formerly servant's staircase. These stairs are very steep and always make me paranoid I'm going to go head over heels down them - I've tried many a time, but always caught myself. Anyway, I was carrying things in my hands and thought to myself, "I should just go bum-bum down them." Bum-bum being the phrase my brothers, sisters and I used to use when we'd plop down on our butts and ease from step to step on down.
Bum-bum. I haven't thought about that for years and now I can't get it out of my head. It also prompted memories of how we'd play "Pills." Basically, one of the two upstairs bedrooms (usually the girls' room - it was bigger because there were more of us) was the mouth of a gigantic being, the stairs the throat/esophagus and the dining area where the stairs led the stomach. We'd go all crazy-ass down the stairs, as pills, and end up in the acidic stomach. We'd swirl around and around and around.
It occurs to me that I should send a card to my mother. I have no idea how she remained sane all those years.
PS, I find Today's Dilbert very freaking funny for some reason.
I just got back from downstairs. On my way down there, I took the back steps, formerly servant's staircase. These stairs are very steep and always make me paranoid I'm going to go head over heels down them - I've tried many a time, but always caught myself. Anyway, I was carrying things in my hands and thought to myself, "I should just go bum-bum down them." Bum-bum being the phrase my brothers, sisters and I used to use when we'd plop down on our butts and ease from step to step on down.
Bum-bum. I haven't thought about that for years and now I can't get it out of my head. It also prompted memories of how we'd play "Pills." Basically, one of the two upstairs bedrooms (usually the girls' room - it was bigger because there were more of us) was the mouth of a gigantic being, the stairs the throat/esophagus and the dining area where the stairs led the stomach. We'd go all crazy-ass down the stairs, as pills, and end up in the acidic stomach. We'd swirl around and around and around.
It occurs to me that I should send a card to my mother. I have no idea how she remained sane all those years.
PS, I find Today's Dilbert very freaking funny for some reason.
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Not that I didn't go right ahead and do stuff like that all by myself. ;)
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ROTFL!!! That's the exact sort of thing my kids used to play.