Please forgive me if you have heard this story before but I write what is on my mind...for me....and allow you to watch....or listen.....um, read.
This morning, when I should have been listening to the riveting information on Electrical Safety, I was time traveling back to 1989.
I hated high school. You can imagine that my personality and looks did not go over well with thousands of preps. What should a 16 year old girl do to feel better about herself?
I KNOW! How about getting braces the summer before your senior year! YAYYYYYY!
(yes, you mathematicians...that means I was 17 in college...I keep telling ya'll I'm a genius!)
Why was I thinking about my miserable years of high school this morning during electrical safety?
Because that is when I found my second special talent (the first, of course, is singing the alphabet backwards).
One day, I was doing chores around the house. I turned off the TV, turned on the music and "dance dusted" the house. I found some tinsel (those icicle strand thingys) left over from Christmas. I put one of the ends in my mouth and gently blew. The tinsel waved out in front of my face. This was strangely entertaining, so I thread it through my braces and continued to dust.
We had a futuristic TV set so low to the floor, that we (me and my brothers) had to lay on our bellys to watch our favorite shows....
All alone in the house, I was dusting the TV. As I got close to the screen, the tinsel magically stuck straight out in front of my face. Thinking that I finally got my "Samantha/bewitched/I dream of jeanie" wish for magic, I could not wait to show the family.
The next day, with a house full of family and my sister's in-laws, I prepared to dazzle them.
I stuck the tinsel in my braces, I knelt in front of the TV. Today, it was on for football viewing.
"Watch this! I can do something really cool."
"Margaret, we are trying to watch the game!"
"I know, it won't take long!"
I crawl up to the screen. Nothing. I move forward inches more. The tinsel extends horizontally in front of my face......move forward a tiny bit...
I fly back from the TV, my world is black, my heart hurts. Tinsel shriveled and smoking.
I am startled and scared that I blew my heart out. I look around. My brothers-in-law are laughing.
I look behind me.
My dad has a disgusted, disapproving look on his face.
"you could have blown out the TV"