
imagine this
Friday, July 24, 2009
you're going on about your business, doing simple tasks such as dusting and sweeping. You reach to sweep under a table, a table you have moved and swept under many times. Your broom comes out only to bring with it a clown's nose. It's almost creepy if I think about it too much.
USELESS FACT: I never liked clowns. They scared me as much as Santa Claus. One time I went to the circus with Hope and her family. The clowns came out and started doing their thing. I started bawling. The stupid clown thought coming over to me and playing with me would make it better. I threw my head into Hope's mother's lap and started screaming. The genius finally figured out he was the one making me cry and left me alone.

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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (*coughing... gasping for breath... breathe in...*) BAWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My son Bret was scared to death of cowboy hats when he was a little boy. I have no idea why! There were a lot of cowboy hats being worn in my family at the time (circa 1987-88) and when my dad, my brother Cody, brother-in-law David, father-in-law Omer or anybody else wearing a large hat would come into Bret's line of sight, my little boy would begin screaming and bawling like, well, like what he was . . . a baby!!! Peggy and I never figured out what it was about cowboy hats that upset Bret so much.
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