Fun Monday (Well, Kind of ....)

The host of this week's Fun Monday is Uncaringbear and she asks this of us:

Share with us a little white lie that you may, or may not, have gotten away with. Perhaps it's something more sinister than a little white lie - maybe even a deep dark secret that you've kept buried for years! All the better! Now's your chance to get it off your chest and confess: "Yes, I did eat that last slice of cheese cake", "No, I wasn't washing my hair that Saturday", "Those pants do make you look fat"!

When I was growing up, our family had one of those standard, freezer on top refrigerators. Kind of like this

Notice the egg thingie in the door. Ours was never more than about half full. That damn thing must have held two cartons of eggs. Our fridge was also never quite that full. Anyway, Mother always kept a jug of water in there, as we didn't buy cokes at the time (they still came in those little glass bottles!), Kool-Aide would just wind up on the carpet and bottled water was only a distant dream.

I was a kid, we lived in the country and I was always bored. Always looking for any way to entertain myself. No matter how much of a little shit it made me. So I took to pouring water from the water jug into the egg thingies which were empty. Sometimes this was only a few and sometimes I got to fill them all. If you opened the door too fast you and/or the floor might end up soaked.

My Mother never could figure out what was going on. And I did this for years. Up until the time the old fridge died and was replaced by one without an egg tray. Just a few years ago I mentioned that old fridge and it's "problem" to my Mother. She said, yeah, she never could figure out what was wrong with it.

I laughed (and laughed and laughed) and told her what I had been up to and she was not pleased. Couldn't believe I could keep that up for something like ten years and not give it up. Her child!!!! It was quite funny - to me anyway - but it may be one of those things you just have to be there for. She still brings it up occasionally and I still laugh and she gets as pissed as her proper Baptist self can get. I sure hope my son has a little more mercy for me than I ever had for my Mother.

Anyway, this was the least lame thing (that's a hard one to believe isn't it!!) I could come up with for my inaugural Fun Monday. I've got to go clean my wreck of a house as I'm hosting our book club here tonight and would only like to be mildly embarrassed by the state of my house.

Of course after this lame post I guess I shouldn't be embarrassed at a little clutter.....