I could most definitely list a bunch of things that i have stupidly done. BUt i wouldn't want to influence anyone. =) I come with a warning label, DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME. OK, heres one instance. A couple of friends and i were waiting outside for a friend to finish dinner. WHile we were waiting, a couple of us thought it would be cool to make ourselves faint. HEY YAH real smart there jill! So me, being the wise one, did this on stairs. I sat on the second step, breathed in ten times deeply, stood up. My arms went straight out to my sides and i went face first into the pavement cracking my front tooth. Losing half of it. I was DRACULA for a while. Crying everytime i saw my horrid face. WOE was me. The doctor so professionally fixed that up in a jiffy. My post (however) is about the things we've done, that we're not so happy about, or just things we do that are silly when noone is looking. Tonight i layed on the floor in the living room, singing as many disney songs as possible , along with amal and the night visitors. This was all done in a squeaky voice. I did not get an encore.

-- jillian (sweetunes483@yahoo.com), November 13, 2001

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I'll never forget the night - I was 8 months pregnant with my first daughter, and I was up in the middle of the night, because pregnant women have to do that a lot.... Anyway, I ended up in the kitchen... because pregnant women do that a lot, too. I was standing in the middle of the kitchen, and I had an itch on my backside, so I was scratching it. Then I got an itch on my nose, so I was scratching that with the other hand. Then I suddenly got a mental picture of how I must look, 8 months pregnant, my hair all over the place from sleeping, standing in the middle of the kitchen in my tacky pick sweatsuit, scratching my backside and nose at the same time. I started laughing so hard, I just had to sit down in the middle of the kitchen floor with tears streaming down my face!

-- Cheryl in KS (cherylmccoy@rocketmail.com), November 13, 2001.

Cheryl,

The mental picture is truly memorable to say the least. Thanks for the laugh.

Talk to you later.

-- Bob in WI (bjwick@hotmail.com), November 13, 2001.

In my mid-30s, I had, in the wee hours of the morning, a terrible case of heartburn, something I never have problems with. Got up, went into the kitchen to search for something to help, water to drink, whatever. While there, I began to think, "What if this is a heart attack? Lots of people die of 'em at my age. Wouldn't it be terrible for my wife to find me here in the morning crumpled in the middle of the kitchen floor?"

I drank a gallon of water and returned to bed, armed wrapped around the wife for the rest of the night. Doesn't sound like much now, but I laugh at how seriously I considered my untimely kitchen demise.

-- Randal (randal@rhyme.cjb.net), November 14, 2001.

The thing that popes into my mind happened in high school. I was a Sophmore and this cute guy asked me out. We dated for about 2 weeks (that's a long time in HS!) I decided he was not my type and was going to break up. He supprised me for my birthday with a huge party will all his family. So I waited another day. Growing increasing guilty and feeling sick to my stomach every time I would see him. I knew I had to do it quick, but couldn't get the nerve. My best friend and I were marching in a parade and his brother (new how I felt), told me he was going to stop the parade and proclaim his undieing love, I almost died. I couldn't do that in front of all those people. So I came up with an ingenius plan(I was a 4.0 student, I knew what I was doing!), my best friend slammed my hand in the trunk of the car. Yes, I actually put my hand down and measured to make sure we got it good, so I couldn't be in the parade. The trunk shut and locked. The keys were with her mother blocks away. By the end of the night, I fire truck, 100's of people and a broken hand. I felt so stupid. My friend kept telling me"At least you didn't have to break up with him in the parade!"She was right, someone came and got him and he wouldn't leave me alone, I was in pain, and I shouted to everyone how I felt and wished he would leave me alone.To this day he won't speak to me!I still think about it when it is cold and my hand cramps and can't move very well!

-- Micheale from SE Kansas (mbfrye@totelcsi.net), November 14, 2001.

When I was in college, there was a room in the girls' dorm where we could cook stuff. I was testing the burners on the stove one day to see which knobs went with which burners (the markings were all worn off). I turned on a knob, and rested my hand on a burner to see if it was getting warm. It wasn't, so I tried the next, and then the next. All were still cold. So I put my hand on the fourth and final burner. Now, logic should tell you, that if the three other burners are cold, then the fourth one should be getting warm. I failed to think logically, and ended up with a coil imprint on my hand from the now very hot burner. I failed to learn the lesson; the exact same thing occurred another day when I was testing a different burner. Only then did I learn to hold my hand OVER the burner to feel for heat.

-- Cathy N. (keeper8@attcanada.ca), November 14, 2001.