I HAD A GIGGLE TODAY

8-8-08...I HAD A GIGGLE TODAY

My Goodness I was sitting relaxing this afternoon and these things and events from my childhood started playing in my mind like movies. I got so tickled I was breathless. I was laughing out loud. Don said what is wrong with you. He must have thought I was going nuts. I said Oh I'm just laughing.
Our house was old and the floors were not level. If you dropped a ball it would roll across the floor till it hit something to stop it. I had fun playing with puppies that way.
The funny thing I am remembering though probably was not funny to anyone but me at the time. I always sat across the table from Daddy and he was on the downside of the floor. I was a butterfingers then and now and always spilled something or knocked something over. The thing I usually knocked over was whatever I was drinking. Didn't matter what it was it always ran across the table and ended up in Daddy's lap. Yep! Well it started being funny to me to see Daddy jump up in a hurry when the liquid hit his lap. I didn't like milk so somehow I always managed to spill it. Sure I managed, accidentally on purpose. By Golly Mama figured that one out real fast and I was in big trouble. That stopped if I could help it but occasionally I still spilled something and of course it went straight to Daddy's lap and I got another show. I wondered once why Daddy didn't put me on that side of the table but I think I have that figured out. Just like I am today. I have my spot at the table and I don't change it. Habit I guess or maybe goofiness but I can't eat at the other end of the table. (well I can but I sure nuff 'don't want to) Anyway I think that was Daddies reasoning. Don't you?
Another thing I remembered was this. When Norman was very small he slept in the bed with Mama and I was in Daddies bed in the cold winter so they could see that we stayed warm. One early cold morning I was sleeping peacefully when My Daddy shook the bed getting out of it. He said "Clydene you have wet the bed, get up so we can get dried off, you wet all over me". Mama got up and picked me up and she said, "Clyde Clydene is dry as a bone, she hasn't wet on herself. You were the one who wet the bed". It took some convincing on Mama's part but she finally did convince Daddy that he indeed had been the one to wet the bed. Mama giggled, I giggled, and even Norman, who had no idea what was going on, giggled. It took a few days for Daddy to see the humor in it though but he finally laughed. He never thought it was as funny as I did though.
I had completely forgotten about these things and don't know what made me remember now. I'm glad I did remember though. I needed a giggle today! YEP!