Funny story. My social security card is back at school. I am in the process of getting a new one, one that has my middle name on it hopefully, since it is part of my name after all, not just an "M." I would ask someone to find it, but as I keep telling everyone, I would never wish that task on anyone, to dig through all of my boxes to try and find that little card necessary for employment.
A couple weeks ago on Sunday, my dad was in the other room while my mom, my sister, and I were busy covering a vacuum box for a humanitarian aid project my sister was doing. My mom commented on my shirt, that it was low cut, but I proclaimed loud and clear, "I'm looking straight down and I can't see a thing!" and then we proceeded to work on the box. Then, my mom and sister were discussing where to put the hole in the box to put the granola bars in, and my sister Dancing Queen was thinking of the side, while others, meaning my mother and myself, were heading more towards the top. My mother was telling her that the top would be better, because, "What if a kid reaches in there for a snack?" My dad comes into the living room where we were working and says, "Ladies! I don't know what you're talking about but I want to hear it!" He thought that my mother was still referring to my shirt. Do you see the humor? Kind of like O.Henry's works on irony.
We seem to have an endless supply of chocolate chips in our house. My sister Dancing Queen has been trying to pay back my mother for some time, so she has been doing some fundraising of making cookie jars, with all the ingredients for a batch of cookies, including chocolate chips, so there's about ten bags lying around. My family seems to be addicted to chocolate, and they're dragging me down with them, not like I have a problem with that.
Well, I had better get to the lovely list on the board my mother has left me and my sister. That's what happens when you don't have a day job. I'm working on it though, so you can't say that I've been a complete slacker. All of those wonderful siblings of mine know about the lists on the board, and are probably smiling at this now as they read it, glad they aren't experiencing the same level of fun that I am.
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O. Henry?! I'm pretty sure your story has nothing to do, in any way, with anything O. Henry wrote. But maybe I'm wrong . . .
Glad to see you're still being as productive as you were last time you lived at home . . .
Perhaps the comparison of mishearing/misunderstanding a shirt and a box is better related to "The Fiddler on the Roof" when the main character guy, Tevya (spelling?) thinks that the butcher is talking about his milk cow, when in reality, he wants to marry Tevya's daughter. Another moment of hilarity on the big screen.
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