mycalicocat

The first one that comes to mind is hearing the Neil Armstrong step on to the moon, and blow his big line. We were on a family vacation when I was a kid. The crucial moment came as we were pulling into a campground in North Dakota. We stayed up and listened on the car radio, and went out into the dark dark rural night and looked at the moon.

(Great Sporcupine story. You suuuuure you got the right one back?)
 

Yes, she got the right one. I got the talky gene from her.
 

Years ago, I was skimming the paper while sitting beside the couch in a patch of sunlight, and saw a headline "North Boosters Rally on Mall." It was an Ollie North story that struck me as nuts, so I cleared my throat and raised my voice to be sure Beau heard each word. But the first word out of my mouth was "Nooth!" I tried being very quiet, but that only caused Beau to come across the room and say "Yes, dear?" I'm still hearing about "Nooth borsters."
 

wow, i did the mixer thing too and thought "no one else would be this stupid". thanks for sharing...we may have been separated at birth. :) the other story would involve courtroom attire. when i'm in the trial mode, i'm in the zone. i started out the door to the courtroom one day and my secretary stopped me because i was wearing two different kinds of shoes. not a color thing, but two different size heels. luckily my secretary wore the same size, so she gave me her shoes and she hobbled on the two different heels for the rest of the day.
 

Back to gruntled -- I'm sure, but I really bonded with that other baby, so just think, there's a man out there somewhere with the same birthday as your wife who has been beset all of his life with the vague feeling that he was brought up by the wrong mother.

Barely, I love your shoe story. I had an aunt who arrived to chaperone a prom with high-heeled shoes on the wrong feet, complaining bitterly about how her feet hurt already.

I love to hear other people's moments of idiocy because it makes me feel less singular in that regard.
 

my mismatched shoes would have looked nice with that outfit.:)
 

Are we allowed to tell Adrienne's story?
 

I don't know what Adrienne's story you mean, but if it's funny, go for it.
 

In Washington, for a conference, Adrienne and her colleagues had a huge and wonderful lunch. Offered dessert, they decided they'd really just like a mint or two, but none were offered at that restaurant. So they hiked back up to the hotel, and Ady was delighted to see a huge bowl beckoning to her. "Here!" she called to her friends. "I found them. I want a bunch for later." On her account, with a flamboyant flourish noticable across the lobby. She grabbed a handful and dropped them in her jacket pocket, went to a conference session, reached for one and discovered...
... that all those small foil packets weren't mints, but condoms!
 

Here's another great Adrienne story. Tommy Bond and I were talking about this just a couple of weeks ago. (For everybody who doesn't know Adrienne was my late older sister and sporcupine's aunt and the mother of the above mentioned Tommy. )She taught English at Mercer and was a fine poet. Was very very serious at times, but when funny, was the funniest.
She was driving from Macon to Montezuma with her boys to attend the ribbon cutting at a new grocery store down by the levee that the boy's uncle Irving was manager of. They saw a dead skunk in the road. It had been hit and killed but wasn't mangled and didn't have any smell. So she let her boys persuade her that they should take it to a taxidermist and have it stuffed. She put the skunk in the trunk of her car, and as they rode on it got hotter in the trunk, and the skunk's scent glands went to work (rigor mortis skunkiness?). By the time they got to the ribbon cutting, the car was getting intolerable, so she jumped out as soon as she stopped, opened the trunk of the car, grabbed the skunk by its tail and hurled it over the levee into Beaver Creek. Then she turned around and the whole crowd outside the grocery store was staring at her in total bewilderment.