too embarrassing to go back to school anyway

On a walk last week, I passed our friends' home.  They had one of those huge storage units on the driveway and the husband explained from across the yard that they had just 'done' their garage.  The door was open to the garage and I swooned slightly at the sight of a garage that resembled a room that could easily be an inside-the-house room.  

The floor was done with that speckled finished look and the walls were dry walled without a mark on them.  I asked him if it would be OK if I moved into his garage.  Or better yet is a certain college kid moved into his garage.  He laughed.  

I was a little disappointed that he didn't take me seriously. 

SOPHIA LOREN LOOKALIKE AND THE MIRROR ADJUSTMENT:  Mini and I went driving yesterday as we do most days.  She is relaxing a bit.  Well, she is certainly relaxed about her driving-Miss-Daisy appearance.  I don't even think Driving Miss Daisy sported a turban, but it seems like she would've/should've.  I managed to snap a photo of her this time as she hopped in to drive shortly after her shower.  $8 twisty turban towel continues to be the best Christmas gift I  Santa ever gave her.

I known I have shared this
already, but it just doesn't get old.

When I pulled the  minivan into the garage earlier that morning after I rode the stationary bike at Coach's clinic before patients arrived, the far mirror bumped the garage door frame ever so slightly.  Well, I feared that the mirror would ram into the door frame on the way out of the garage.  

When Mini hopped in the minivan to reverse it out of the garage, I told her to reach over and flip the mirror in.  Understand:  I cannot get into the passenger side of the car until she pulls it onto the driveway because it is a tight fit.  The 12 seater gets the double car space and the minivan barely fits in the single space.  (three car garage, but most of the garage is bikes and lawnmowers and balls and junk - not even close to having that 'done' look).

Mini nodded like she understood.  The windows were up on the car.  She crawled over the center console thing to sit in the passenger seat but she had yet to turn the car on.  She could not access the mirror she needed to fold in because the window was up.  I was trying to holler to her that she had to turn the car on first, but I was laughing so hard that I am not sure she could understand me.

Mini is 5'11" so watching her maneuver around in the car with her spindly limbs while sporting the turban on her head and looking at me blankly almost tied in the hysterical department with the funniest slow-motion fall that she took a few weeks ago.  

Reg came out to the garage to see what was up because of my laugh-yelling:  "Turn on the car so you can put the window down first."

Finally she understood and then half crawled back to get the key in the ignition.  She looked like a chuckling gazelle in a clown car with the all-important turban.  I don't know, maybe you had to be there.

CAN'T RETURN TO SCHOOL, TOO EMBARRASSING:  Curly tooted last night after dinner and then she laughed and admitted that she has NO IDEA how to hold in gas.  "The worst is when you are in class and it comes out.  It's so embarrassing."

Mini was not in the room during this emission (get it?), but Coach and Ed were chuckling - I was overhearing from the study.  When Mini asked Coach what was so funny, because privacy is not part of our pandemic - Coach shared Curly's woes.

See how we made fake letters out of paper?
 Then we decided that sucked so we tried
to use the travel Boggle.  Not sure if we are a
 bunch of cone-heads or something but we struggled
 to be able to see the letters in the orange Boggle. 
Our heads kept bumping into one another.
 We could not get a good angle to see the words.
We are a competitive tribe but the last
thing we need is Boggle with defense.
Of course neither timer would work.  I would
almost rather play Chinese Checkers with
Tank refusing to move his pawns.

Mini ALMOST died.  "What?  (storming into the study and staring at me) You need to address this.  She cannot be tooting in class.  Hey, Tank did you know that Mrs. Trent our old social studies teacher actually said to Curly 'It's Ok honey, it happens.'  OMG - this is not happening.  How embarrassing!"  Because nothing is sacred and no one can have secrets here.

During game night, which was Boggle with two missing letter cubes and no functioning timer so paramount to torture, Curly got mad at me for telling Mini about her public tooting.  I was like:  "I didn't say anything.  I was busy in the study writing about Uncle Pat's monkeyshines."  

We all have skeletons in our closets, or gas in our tanks, or twitchy faces in our retro selves.  People, what have you got?