Children learn what they live.

I have shared with you
that my faith comes from my mom.
She was an example of a bible reading,
church-going, Jesus-loving mom.
But, she also gave me 
a sense of humor.
People say I am funny.

Some say crazy.

In a good way that is.

I have told you all 

I am the funny one in my marriage.

I'll fight him on this one.

I have taught him

everything he knows.

But, let's keep it to ourselves, K?
He is under an illusion and
I don't want to rain on his parade
or to take away his will to live.

I learned funny from my mom.

She set the bar high.

At 87, she still laughs a lot.
When I told her about
this post topic she laughed
so hard re-living it.
She is a gem.

When I was a kid

she did silly crazy things.

She and her pals 
would make a cake 

for her birthday club.

However, her cake was made out of
a big round sponge.

They would put icing on it 

and decorate it all nice and pretty.

When the birthday girl tried to cut it,

it was a hilarious sight.

Mom and Dad were square dancers.

(remember I told you, 
I took lessons in Jr. High,

 you now see my parents were 
the root of that humiliating fiasco)

Anyhoo, one weekend,
a square dance caller and his spouse

were coming to town for a dance

and staying overnight with 
my Mom's best friend's family.

My mom spent the whole day

moving pieces of furniture, 
tables, lamps,
her whole dining room set,
straw bales,

curtains, and home accessories

to an old dilapidated house 

on one of our farms.

She set it all up 

like a kitchen, dining room,
and a living room.

That night after the dance

they took the caller and his wife 

and some friends of my folks

to their friends' fake home.
They had to unlatch a gate 
and drive through a cow pasture.
On the way into the "home" 
many cow pies had to be dodged.
They walked in and Mom's friend said

"Oh, I forgot to pay the bill,

they have turned our power off."

They lit a lamp and 

went into the rooms.
Old wallpaper was 
hanging all wonky,
every surface was filthy.

The fellow and his wife were flabbergasted.
Their eyes were bugging because
they believed they were

 going to have to stay in this shack.

Mom and Dad along with their friends

sat down on the straw bales

like it was not uncommon.

They continued the hoax until 

they couldn't hold their laughter any longer.

The man and his wife laughed the hardest.

I bet they never had that happen again.

Thanks Mom for the training.

You're the master.
I love you.
signed, 
your Grasshopper

P.S. That sweet coopkeeper

blogged about me again.