It's that time of week again.
WORP(whats on R phones) Tuesday.
I hooked up with the "Hussy"
if you wanna know what the rest
of the paparazzi's been up to.
And since I've been a lazy blogger
this week- I'll get right to it.
Today it rained. This is the view from my kitchen window
just before I went to bed. I like it when it rains.
Especially when I've worked the night before.
Then I don't feel guilty sleeping the day away.
This is Katie. She sleeps with me when I get home from work.
All day. She should feel guilty.
This is kids making a run for it after getting off the bus.
I was glad they were hurrying because I was
afraid they might melt.
I'm not really sure. I just know I was
really little. Like 4.
It was summertime and we were getting
ready for a trip to the lake.
Our family had a boat and it was a popular
You can imagine the excitement that my
siblings and I felt as we waited to go.
Nothing was better than going to the lake.
( Disclaimer: I'm gonna improvise a little cause the
first parts of the story are a little sketchy.)
Mom was packing the coolers. Dad was readying
the boat. And us kids were running amuck.
(I'm pretty sure that part is true.)
When Dad suddenly comes out of the house
mad as a hornet! He lined the three of us up in the
garage and began to question us, as if he
(The remainder of the story is exactly
as it happened. Because I remember it very well.)
"Which one of you spilled the sugar bowl
all over the kitchen floor?"
"Did you?" he said pointing a menacing
finger at my 8 year old brother.
"No Dad. Wasn't me"
"You?" he said to my twin.
"Uh uh." She said shaking her head.
Not appearing at all intimidated by him
as he towered over us.
Then he looked at me and narrowed
his dark eyes. I swallowed hard,
but decided to be brave because I knew in my
four year old heart that I was innocent.
Now, this is where I should tell you
that as a child, I was a wimp. And a cry baby.
"Then it was you." He said staring me down.
"No Daddy. It wasn't me." I said, all wide-eyed,
shaking my little blond head back and forth.
"Now someone spilled the sugar bowl and I
want to know who!" He said a bit too loudly.
Still no one spoke. The silence was killing me.
The minutes ticked by. I began fidgeting under
his Superman-like stare, all the while hoping
and praying that the guilty culprit would
I should have known better.
Then he dropped the bomb as he paced back
and forth in front of us, "We aren'tgoing anywhere
until someone admits to spilling the sugar bowl."
Again, he begins to single us out.
"Darin, did you do it?"
He shakes his head.
"Uh uh. No."
Oh no I thought. Our day at the lake is
in jeopardy. If no one admits to it we
won't get to go.
I thought quickly, wanting desperately to save
Then I had an idea. In my four year old wisdom I
decided I'd admit to the crime. Claim myself
guilty, but innocent as well, and save our trip to the lake.
(I'm pretty sure angels began to sing.)
"I did it Daddy, but I..."
And before I knew it he snatched me up, so
quick that my sandals were left behind,
and I got a spanking!! For lying!!!!
I couldn't believe it. I was heartbroken.
I didn't even get to tell him that I was only
admitting to it just so we could go to
The injustice of it all. I was after all,
saving the day for him too!
I remember sitting
in the back of the boat while the
rest of the preparations were made, and
the rest of the family arrived, including
my Aunt Kim, who is just a few years older.
She asked, "What's wrong Missy?"
And before I could answer Mandy says,
"She got a whippin' cause she spilled the
sugar in the floor." And Darin chimed in,
"and she lied about it."
Fast forward about 30 years, when this memory
resurfaces at a family get together. I retell all
of it, even the part of me being completely innocent,
and that I should have been named queen of the
day because I saved the trip, when I begin to hear
little snickers escaping from the lips of my brother.
"What's so funny?" I ask.
"I did it."
"Yeah I was climbing on the counter to get
a glass out of the cabinet when I hit it with
my foot and knocked it off."
"Then why didn't you admit it? I got
spanked for something I didn't do!"
I had a stomach bug and spent the
morning in bed. I didn’t even get to
enjoy my day off.
The gas company came to fill the gas tank
for the winter. But, there’s a gas leak somewhere.
So, we have to get it checked out.
The repairman can’t make it until Saturday.
Weather reports say snow.
Hubs invited friends over to watch the election
returns. But, the receiver wasn’t getting a signal.
The two other TV’s in the house worked, but not the
one where the party was to take place.
I called the satellite company. They’re going to send
a technician out to fix the problem.
This would not do.
With Clark Griswald determination, Hubs
sat about to fix the problem and quickly came
up with a solution. It was very ghetto. He ran a wire out the
living room window directly to the satellite.
Everyone was very impressed.
Nothing stands between Hubs and his politics.
I'm Missy. Mom of 4, self proclaimed home body and lover of all things vintage. Thanks for stopping by. I hope you will come back often. I think you'll find that, like me, you love to be at home because it's your favorite place to be too!