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Funny Memories
Feb. 12th, 2007 10:48 amAfter seeing ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mississippicub's posting about the infra-red flatulence, I couldn't help remembering some event long ago that has made me giggle a bit all morning.
A few years ago, my mom was in the hospital having some tests run on her ticker. I came to my hometown and sat with her while she was in the hospital, my brother the twin and my sister were on their way. I was just sitting there in a chair when Mom scooted herself up in the hospital bed and inadvertantly ripped one.
The look on my face and the look on her's were priceless. I felt like I had seen (or heard) a rare event. See, my mom swears that she never does things like that, and the obvious setting of a hospital, usually so grim and serious, together made it impossible for me not to laugh. About that time, my siblings came into the room asking what was so funny. Mom shot me a look to not tell, but seeing how she was hooked up to the IV, I knew she couldn't come after me right away. I spilled the beans (not unlike my mom) to them, which in turn got them to laughing. I mean, really laughing, trying our best to keep it quiet, but laughing in that open-mouth-can't-breathe sort of way.
We'd calmed back down until I suggested that she ask the doctor to prescribe her some Bean-O and then we lost it again. The nurse came down and suggested we keep it quiet. It's a tribute to our loud and obnoxious hillbilly roots I guess, that in the most solemn of places, such as a hospital or church, my family can be brought giggling fits by the sound of passing gas.
mississippicub's posting about the infra-red flatulence, I couldn't help remembering some event long ago that has made me giggle a bit all morning.A few years ago, my mom was in the hospital having some tests run on her ticker. I came to my hometown and sat with her while she was in the hospital, my brother the twin and my sister were on their way. I was just sitting there in a chair when Mom scooted herself up in the hospital bed and inadvertantly ripped one.
The look on my face and the look on her's were priceless. I felt like I had seen (or heard) a rare event. See, my mom swears that she never does things like that, and the obvious setting of a hospital, usually so grim and serious, together made it impossible for me not to laugh. About that time, my siblings came into the room asking what was so funny. Mom shot me a look to not tell, but seeing how she was hooked up to the IV, I knew she couldn't come after me right away. I spilled the beans (not unlike my mom) to them, which in turn got them to laughing. I mean, really laughing, trying our best to keep it quiet, but laughing in that open-mouth-can't-breathe sort of way.
We'd calmed back down until I suggested that she ask the doctor to prescribe her some Bean-O and then we lost it again. The nurse came down and suggested we keep it quiet. It's a tribute to our loud and obnoxious hillbilly roots I guess, that in the most solemn of places, such as a hospital or church, my family can be brought giggling fits by the sound of passing gas.
