Dernhelm said:
And then there was the time I cut off my hair...
hahaha, I cut my hair off so many times, I was grounded from scissors until I was 12. Not even kidding.
Also, when I was little, I adored playing "cowgirl". I had the whole outfit, hat, boots, clothes, little gold star badge that had "sheriff" stamped on it, I even had a stick horse (I was obviously an only child--no one to play with, sometimes).
Well, once, I was playing indepenently in my room while my parents had unexpectedly had company over. I quickly became bored and flung open my door to screech, "Cowgirl needs a Cowmama!" I thought my mom's face would never again subside to her normal shade from a bright, cherry red.....
Even worse (why am I doing this?), when I started this job about 2 months ago, my 3 coworkers and I were in my supervisor's office, discussing the upcoming fundraiser, the Chef's Feast. We were expected to attend and help bus tables and such, but were also told that we were allowed to eat as well.
My supervisor wasn't impressed and confided that he was working on a way out...it was a lighthearted meeting, everyone was joking and laughing, so I suggested that he should tell everyone that he had colon surgery scheduled.
The room erupted in laughter, and, being egged on, I then mentioned that the one downside would be showing the non-existent scar as proof.
*Silence*
*Uncomfortable silence*
*Stares*
He promptly left the room. I wanted to die! I thought about not coming back the next day, but I'm a trooper.
