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Since everyone else wrote about funny stuff they FUBARed, I thought I would share some.... of Becca's.

First, some news. Charity is truly a virtue of the season, I was GIVEN a B in Economics... God bless ye merry gentleman.

Okay, Becca's has had some quintessential blonde moments lately. She is sitting next to me as I write, so if my spelling gets worse than usual it is because she is choking me out.

Tonight, as we returned from town, she warned the kids that the deck may be slick... followed closely by ass meeting lumber. Her ass of course.

The other night I was watching TV and she was in the kitchen. There was a moment of poised silence followed by a loud thud. Ass meets more lumber, this time hardwood. Her ass again. Gravity truly can be cruel.

We inherited my grandmothers van, which we have truly enjoyed having especially for its improved fuel mileage. After walking the kids to class she returned to the van, parked next to her mother's car, in the parking lot. She loaded the Bem in her carseat and started the car. As she tried to pull away, the van did not move. She gave it more gas... still no go. paniced, she called for her mother..."I'm stuck!" Her mother got out of her car to examine the situation to find that the van was safely on the pavement. "You can't be stuck, you are on the pavement." A moment of confusion was followed by a moment of clarity as she realized that she was still in park. "Shit!" She drops the van in gear, gives it gas... still nothing. "I'm still stuck!" "You can't be stuck!" Another moment of confusion followed by another moment of clarity as she realized the van was now idling pleasently in neutral. "Shit!" Finally, the van was put in reverse and she pulled away, after a good bit of chuckling.

Tonight at dinner, shortly after ass had met lumber, she was sitting next to Bem at the table, she (Bem... anything is possible with Bec these days) was in her high chair. Becca put Bem's cup on the tray of the high chair, paused, then bent down to pick the cup up of the floor, in the process of which she clanked her head on the very tray that held the cup she was looking for.

It is now that I must comment that writing with a real time editor is not that easy....

Becca is a smart, intelligent, well behaved, beautiful woman whose normal composure makes these events quite rare and all the more funny....

That said, I will close.... I have some grocery shopping to do for my mother.