Monday, January 31, 2011

The Good Napkins

Someone emailed the following story to me and it made me giggle, which I've been needing to do more often lately. I have no idea where it originated, or if it's even true. Does it matter anyway? I think not. I figured I'd share it with you in hopes that it will make you giggle as well... Enjoy!

THE GOOD NAPKINS

My mother taught me to read when I was four years old (her first mistake). One day I was in the bathroom and noticed one of the cabinet doors was ajar. I read the box in the cabinet. I then asked my mother why she was keeping "napkins" in the bathroom. Didn't they belong in the kitchen? Not wanting to burden me with unnecessary facts, she told me that those were for "special occasions" (her second mistake).

Now fast forward a few months .... It's Thanksgiving Day, and my folks are leaving to pick up my uncle and his wife for dinner. Mom had assignments for all of us while they were gone. Mine was to set the table.

When they returned, my uncle came in first and immediately burst into laughter. Next came his wife who gasped, and then began giggling. Next came my father, who roared with laughter. Last came Mom, who almost died of embarrassment when she saw each place setting on the table with a "special occasion" Kotex napkin at each plate, with the fork carefully arranged on top. I had even tucked the little tail in so they didn't hang off the edge!

My mother asked me why I used these and, of course, my response sent the other adults into further fits of laughter. "But, Mom, you said they were for special occasions!"

Pass this on to your girlfriends who need a good laugh.

Life is too short for drama & petty things, so kiss slowly, laugh insanely, love truly and forgive quickly... and for heaven's sake, use the good napkins whenever you can.

2 comments:

Georgiagirl said...

Thanks for that good laugh!

Anonymous said...

Just read this and rolled over laughing. When Brittany was about 3 she got into the bathroom and retrieved a pack of panty liners and took them to her room. I was getting the finishing touches on the house for the ladies group meeting scheduled there. She proceeded to remove the paper covering the sticky part and plastered them all over her room and HERSELF. To my horror as I found her the first knock came at the door. I managed to get them all so I thought and as I opened the door Britt came through the living room with one stuck on her head and one on her behind. I was oh so embarrassed but got too tickled to care! :-)
Donna