‘Yips
About a thousand years ago, my brother, sister, mom and I sat around having a beer, talking and laughing. We are very good at this. Somehow, as it is our want to do, the conversation took a turn to the ridiculous, and we started describing the different ways we hide from the proverbial bogey man. Like, how you can’t really let your legs dangle off of your bed without thinking about that scene from Poltergeist? You know, the one with the clown…. bbbuurrrhhh… my toes are curling just thinking about it. We all found that we were similar in more ways than we thought. Finally, amidst tears of laughter, I admitted that sometimes, when totally freaked out, I will cover my head with my covers and hide. But that I always leave my lips out in the open, because I can’t stand breathing hot, stale air. We were all laughing so hard it was difficult to breathe, and one by one, everyone admitted to doing the same. So, I said… if a bad guy DID come in to our house to rob us or whatever, all he would see were LIPS sticking out of the covers, pursed and gasping for air like fish?
I was thinking about that tonight as I tried to get my (incorrigible, infuriating) sweet babies to sleep, and I still laughed so hard I shook the bed and cried a little.
Reason number four thousand-hundred and fifty-two million of What I Miss Most About My Fam. Their ‘yips, as E would have said. 