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[amethist]

The Tale Of The Sunday Cheese Cake

Yesterday as usual most Sunday's I made a cheese cake. You know the one with fresh cream, cream cheese, lemon juice and a digestive biscuit base.

Tea time arrives and I get it out of the fridge for afters. I cut it into four with the plates ready.

One piece comes away from the base without a problem, but the second stuck a bit. i dug the cake slice underneath it to loosen it, except I was a bit heavy handed.

It came unstuck OK, but did not stay there, it launched itself off the base plate, off the table and landed upside down on the floor at my feet.

Hubby was in hysterics, so much his ribs hurt from laughing so hard.

A day later and he is still giggling about it, and the look on my face as it hit the deck.

 

[Deleted member 12723]

LOL:roflmao:

 

[ISupportHer]

It wasn't an accident! You were making a "turnover". :roflmao:

 

[amethist]

Today I bought a musical bear for my baby granddaughter for Christmas.

I showed hubby it when I got home, now he cant stop humming the tune it plays when you turn it on :roflmao:

 

[Deleted member 12723]

How sweet of him. You are one lucky lady Amethist.

 

[Britt.f7]

Had something like that in my car one year. Had to have it in there for a few days before I could drop it off. Every time I hit a bump or went over some rough road it would go off. It cracked me up.

 

[Changing4Best]

In keeping with that age old cliche that "Laughter is the best medicine" I'd like to propose that we share our funniest experiences here. These can be about PTSD, maybe like false alarms for instance, but need not be. Feel free to share a funny story or three about just about anything!

I'll start the ball rolling:

One night I was sound asleep when I was awakened by a loud clanging noise that could have woken the dead! I bolted out of bed, looking around the house, trying to find the source of this noise, but I found nothing. I knew it was close enough to my bedroom that it was not in the basement or attic, so I did not bother to look upstairs or downstairs.

Well! I could not find a thing wrong or out of place. I did notice that my four dogs were sound asleep on the floor, had not not budged or barked about the noise at all, nor had they even batted an eyelash! So I figured whatever it was must not have been dangerous. I did puzzle why they had not reacted to it at all though, especially since it had scared the living daylights out of me! However, there they all were, sleeping peacefully... snoring away in some cases.

So, I finally went back to bed and eventually, once my adrenaline stopped pumping, went back to sleep.

The next day, when I needed to take a shower, I opened the sliding shower door and I discovered what the noise had been: The whole tile ceiling above the bathtub had come loose from its glue and fallen into the bathtub! There it lay, all 100 or so little pieces of it, along with some kind of mesh that had been used in its construction as well! (Since bathtubs are made of metal under that enamal, the noise had (I guess) reverberated throughout the house the night before very loudly.

So, what is your funny memory or story? Feel free to share as many times here as you'd like! The more stories, the merrier.

 

[goingonhope]

The funniest one (now of course) which I can think of at the moment is: One afternoon I had stepped out of the room I was renting, to place a can or two of paint in the hall just outside my door. After doing so I stood up and :roflmao:SLAM, :)..:giggle:..:laugh:..:roflmao:, I hit my head so *'# hard on an oversized, red fire extinguisher that I went completely numb, was dazed and absolutely couldn't believe I'd done so.

:roflmao:

Oh' my, this is a great idea for a thread Sheila. Luv the idea!

 

[Changing4Best]

LOL... thanks, I needed that, done similar things myself, like leaving a cabinette door open in the kitchen, bending down to get something out of a lower cabinette and standing back up and whamming the back of my head into the open door above me! OUCH!!#&*!!!!!

 

[HëllaBubz]

I recently bought a new queen bed for my partner and myself, a latex pillow top that is awesomely comfortable....and has a very nice bounce to it....;):p

Anyway, I bought some sheets for the bed, and this particular set has elastic on the bottom sheet reminiscent of a steel band, and barely fits over the edges.

So I'm trying to put the sheet on the bed, and every time I try, it snaps off the other edge I'd just put it on, so I put it back on (the 4th time), then stretch across the bed in an attempt to pin the corner whilst I put the other one on, and the next thing I know, the sheet edge has snapped off again, and the whole sheet wraps me completely like I'm a Christmas present.

I would have hurt myself laughing at myself if I wasn't so damn irritated, and I could have sworn the cats were laughing at me.

 

[Britt.f7]

When I was a teenager, my siblings and I locked ourselves out of the house. My brother thought we could sneak back in through a cellar door and a hole leading up to my parent's closet. At first, he crawled up on the cart and tried to reach up through the hole in the floor. I was worried he'd hurt himself, since he is a little guy. So I crawled up on the rickety cart, pushed up at the board to slide over. Then I saw something starting to roll out of the hole. I moved my head slightly to get out of the way, but it wasn't fast enough. The bowling ball(yes bowling ball) rolled out of the hole and dropped about six inches where it met up with my skull and rolled down my face and on to the floor.:inpain:

I'll skip the middle part and move on to showing up to see the doctor. When the doctor came in he said the nurses told him what happened but he thought it was a joke and was waiting for the punch line. When he took his light, moving in to look in my eyes, all I kept thinking was "He's coming to get you. He's coming to get you." I was laughing. He got so irritated with me! Seriously, he should have a bowling ball land on his head and see how wonderful it can be! :wacky:

I've also been hit in the mouth by a golf ball at the age of 3. My father was practicing and wasn't using a practice ball. I ended up with a couple stitches and my dad got reamed out by the doctor!:confused:

Needless to say, I'm not into any sports.:hilarious:

 

[HëllaBubz]

You put Tom and Jerry to shame my dear!