“I am thankful for laughter, except when milk comes out of my nose.” Wow. I mean, wow! How could anyone put one of my biggest beliefs into one small sentence like that? I’m amazed. That sentence represents my “to think about” for many years now. Ever since that day. I will never forget that day.
–Woody Allen
It all started when one of my friends from skating invited me to a sleepover. Dumb as I was, I said yes, thinking it could be a fun experience meeting her crazy family. Yes, her family was known to be a bit…unusual.
I hardly spoke during the dinner. Not knowing them very well was one reason, but I must say it didn’t help much that the conversation didn’t interest me at all either. I mean, what thirteen-year-old wants to talk about what our politicians told the press yesterday, anyways? I kept glancing over at the clock on the wall, willing it to make the time go by faster; it certainly didn’t. Every minute seemed longer than the last.
Just as my mind started floating its own way, taking me on a journey through my thoughts, I heard Mr. Dull over at the other end of the table saying something extremely funny. Well, it was only funny because it came from an adult; it was so unexpected! I had just taken a gulp of milk, not knowing what was going to happen next. The silence and wonder around the table was quickly interrupted by my laughter. I was the only one to find the comment funny, and everyone’s eyes were on me. It was an embarrassing moment, with more to come. As I followed their eyes down toward the dinner table, I saw what put the shock in their eyes. Milk, more specific my milk, everywhere! The entire homemade lasagna was covered with milk.
I came there hoping it could be a fun experience meeting her crazy family, but I guess at the end, the one left with the butt out the window, was none other than me, myself and I. that night truly became one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. So I guess it’s true what Woody Allen said:
“I am thankful for laughter, except when milk comes out of my nose.”
PS: I was never invited for a sleepover at her place ever again. Wonder why…
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hahahah
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HAHAHAHAHA! Hvem var det hos??
HAHAHAHAHA! Hvem var det hos??
haha, uffda, men morsom historie! ;D
haha, uffda, men morsom historie! ;D
sv; den var i lier(like ved drammen), i anledningen lierdagene, haha
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sv; den var i lier(like ved drammen), i anledningen lierdagene, haha
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Svar: joda, høyr den fleire gangar! Den er fantastisk:)
Svar: joda, høyr den fleire gangar! Den er fantastisk:)
SV: takk
SV: takk
Re: Takk for det! Nr. 4 var kanskje litt kjedelig, hmm
Koselig blogg du hadde!
Re: Takk for det! Nr. 4 var kanskje litt kjedelig, hmm
Koselig blogg du hadde!
sv: Tusen takk!:)
Haha, likte historien din. Hadde jeg gjort det samme hadde jeg blitt så utrolig flau :p Men det kom jo en morsom historie ut av det, så noe bra er kom jo ut av det!
sv: Tusen takk!:)
Haha, likte historien din. Hadde jeg gjort det samme hadde jeg blitt så utrolig flau :p Men det kom jo en morsom historie ut av det, så noe bra er kom jo ut av det!
Haha! Hvem var dette her
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Haha! Hvem var dette her
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Haha Herlig!!
Haha Herlig!!
Cathrine: AK
Cathrine: AK
HAHA
HAHA
Hehe
Hehe