Ooooooo-kay. I’m going to tell this story. If you like it, feel free to click the little “Like” thingy and tell me how funny and subversive and funny I am. If you don’t like it, blame Mama. It was her idea that I should post this. (The outrage!) 😉
So, every year round about March the local Art Center hosts a big community event during which they open their doors and let everyone in for free. Part of the celebration includes the creation of a “community quilt”. This means that they hand strips of cloth out to people who then weave them in and out of fences and what not along with everyone else, and the PR people call it a quilt.
I like the Art Center, and I like taking my kids to the Art Center, BUT I like taking my kids to the Art Center for FREE most of all. A couple of years ago I took the family over there, and we all got our strips of cloth and dutifully tramped outside to add to the quilt. I’m standing there watching the kids weave theirs, and I thought to myself, “A real community quilt would contain personal items, not just identical pieces of cloth the museum handed out.” So I reached into my purse and pulled out a tampon (it was still sealed, you sickos) and wove it into the quilt. I mean, you can’t get too much more personal than that, right?
My son was… what’s the word? Seriously, I can’t think of the stupid word. It’s more than embarrassed but not exactly humiliated… Ah, well. You get the idea. My husband thought it was funny. Morrigan was too little to know what the hell had just happened, and I was laughing SO hard the tears were just streaming down my face.
Now, let’s cut to April. I love April Fool’s Day. This is likely because I rarely get fooled, but I am SO good at fooling others. It wouldn’t be nearly as much fun if it was the other way round.
At the time I was working in the Marketing Department of a large company. I downloaded the City’s logo and used it to create letterhead and an envelope. I put a stamp on the envelope and made it look as if it had been postmarked. I then wrote myself a very official sounding letter from the City in which I told myself that I had been videotaped outside the Arts Center “vandalizing City property” and that I was expected in court on such and such a date. I sealed the envelope and ripped it open. I called home.
“Gringa? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Well, no. Not nothing. We’ll talk about it when I get home, OK?”
I went home. I tried to make myself cry, but that didn’t happen. I did manage to look upset and NOT laugh. I explained my “predicament” and apologized profusely to my family. They were extremely indignant on my behalf. Phrases like, “Who are THEY to say it isn’t art?” were being thrown about. It was all rather touching.
Until I laughed.
Wait until you read my posts about practical jokes that got out of hand… this was a good one… don’t get me wrong… very inventive… and a good story…
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I admit it: that one STILL cracks me up.
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Good job.
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😀 yep, subversivley funny.
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I crack me up. I really, really do. I entertain the SHIT out of me.
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I think the word you’re looking for is “mortified.” 😀 Excellent work, carry on…
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That is *exactly* the word I was looking for. It occurred to me just before I hit publish. Check out that tag. 😀
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You’ve got me laughing again!! I will be taking notes..ha! Is the word you were looking for mortified?
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Yup. check the tag. I remembered right before I published it. 🙂
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W00T!
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Dude, G, I knew there was a reason I liked you… you’re a twisted individual, konw that? But I love the joke. Love it. Your poor family….
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AH-hahahaha! I know. I am so awful. I feel bad for the kids, but not my husband. I warned him. I did. He married me anyway…
Maybe someday I’ll tell you about the slit-mouthed woman…
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Slit-mouthed woman???
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HA! For YOU I will tell that story. First, I gotta get my kid back into bed. She keeps getting up.
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I never would’ve thought to sew a tampon into the quilt – I crack up imagining your son’s reaction. I like the letter joke. I don’t think I could’ve kept a straight face.
Most of my April Fool’s jokes are at work… good thing my boss has a sense of humor. We didn’t do anything to him this year… last year, we filled his office up with balloons (over 1,000 of them.) Oh, I also had a co-worker help play a joke on my best friend. He pretended to be a representative from F-OFF (Friends Of Fighting Fish) to discuss an incident of fish cruelty when she accidentally overfed my son’s Betta fish when she visited our house. (She was so worried about it, I couldn’t be a good friend and just assure her everything was okay 🙂 ) My co-worker made up all this stuff about fines, court hearings and investigation. She was so mad, she almost hung up on him. She was all confused when I got on the phone but thankfully, she ended up laughing with us. And yes, we are still friends!
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HAHAHA! “F-OFF” Holy crap that is FANTASTIC! Your poor co-workers!
Next to Halloween April Fool’s is my favorite holiday. Maybe tomorrow I’ll tell you about the broom and the mask. 😀
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Haha…please, do! Glad you like F-OFF, too…I giggle just thinking about that day 🙂 Another co-worker helped with the script, but she couldn’t do the call because we kept doubling over in fits of laughter. We tend to crack ourselves up. Looking forward to the broom/mask story!
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This is gold.
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That’s one story I will chuckle over until the day I die.
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