The first occasional Knitter Gran Funnybone Award goes to:(Imagine drum roll here)
Mad, Mad. Check out her blog “I really, really need a job,” and then--- come back!!! There’s more!!!
Her story about what her daughter said when asked to tell us/the class/the school/the whole world about her parents is hysterical and she does a great job telling it. I laughed out loud, a lot. But it did make me wonder, what if.....
I am happy that, to my knowledge, my two daughters were never asked to talk about their parents. When we lived in Florida, I lived, ate, breathed, slept, dreamed tennis; I was even a USTA tennis official for awhile, working as a line judge and chair umpire at professional tournaments. When I wasn’t doing that, I was playing tennis---lots and lots of tennis. I LOVED tennis.
One day when I was driving home from the club, younger daughter, who had been at the club’s pool, said that another girl there had asked her where her mother was. She answered that I was playing tennis. The friend asked if I was any good. Younger daughter’s answer? “No, she’s never been on tv.” Well, yes I had as matter of fact, but as a line judge, not as a player. But still…
Anyway, I imagine that if my daughter were in the same situation that Mad Mad’s was and had been asked to "tell us/the class/the school/the world" about her parents, she would have said:
She’s not any good at tennis.
(And a big thank you! to hokgardner for suggesting that I check out Mad Mad's blog)
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