Back in my dads time. People would take apart and reassemble wagons on top of the barn at night and the guy would say how the hell did that happen when he woke up in the morning. Back then you didnt have computers to keep you occupied at night. So these types of pranks were played on people once and a while.

My daughter pstalker was always was sticking her finger in something. We were up north in that farm. When we bought it there was a basement that was half full and flooded of water. So I drained it all with a pump. And bought this cream separator. Doug was out there churning it and goofing off. pstalker stuck her finger in it. And it took off a chunk off the end of her finger.

On another occasion she climbed a tree and fell and got spiked on her leg someplace (she still has a scar today)

Laura Laura became Lolly-gagger when Laura, Mike and kids were over at our house having a jolly good time and she threw up on our air conditioning unit outside.

Speaking of Halloween, When Kevin was still in diapers, we went over to his Grandma Dot's house and she gave him and Noel her Trick or Treat bags, with a full pack of doublemint gum in it. Kevin proceeded to chew and swallow the whole pack. The next day when I changed his diaper, it smelled like doublemint gum. Double your pleasure, double your fun, with doublemint, doublemint, doublemint gum!

As any woman who has ever had a baby knows, things can get a little crazy. Especially when you have two in diapers. Well, back when Noel was 1 1/2 and Kev was about 6 months old, I used to feel a little crazy sometimes. I even had some anxiety attacks etc. Every Thursday, I used to go bowling on a "ladies" league. The kids got to go in a nursery while I bowled. Also on Thursday, it was "taco day" at this dive bar on Dixie Highway. I would meet Kirt there occassionally before bowling with the kids and we would have tacos. This one particular Thursday, we got there, got served our tacos, and when I went to eat mine, it already had a bite in it. Kirt didn;t believe me and told me I was having a crazy day. I guess I believed him so I began to eat the taco. Just then the bartender yelled out, "Hey! Where's my taco?". Just goes to show don't always believe someone when they tell you your'e crazy. So now when we are having a particular crazy day, Kirt and I will ask , "Where's my taco?"