This story goes out to my Daddy. Cause I love him. It's an oldie but a goodie. I actually don't enjoy it all that much but my brother Chris loves to reference it. My really old friends know it. It is family folk lore. I think I should put it on here so my kids can know it too. They love a Mom/Dad kid story.
So when I was a kid I had a desk and a chair in my bedroom from the unfinished furniture store. The chair had those spindle things that were in holes in the seat of the chair. One sunny afternoon I was in my room playing on my bar. My bar was one of those chin up bars that was in the doorway. I used it to hang upside down from and do tricks on. Anyway, for some reason that I can not for the life of me remember my brother Chris was in my room sitting at my desk. I think he was doing his homework. As a side note, Mark and Chris were the "smart ones," Scott was the oldest and I was the best looking. I'm kidding. I'm just saying that so Mark will comment. Anyway, good old Chris is banging away at some Algebra. I don't know what I was doing and for some reason my Dad came in my room. My Dad noticed that for some reason the spindles of that chair weren't in the seat of it anymore. The rest went something like this...
"Amy, what happened to your chair?" my Dad asked.
"What?" I said (like I hadn't heard).
"I said, What happened to your chair?" he asked again, this time not quite as friendly.
"Oh, my chair? You want to know what happened to it?"
"YES!" he said.
"Oh, okay," I say, "I didn't hear you. Well, you see, Laura and I were playing on my bar and she swung off and went flying and hit the chair and the back came off of it."
"Amy, that did not happen! I want you to tell me the truth!" he demanded.
"Oh, the truth? Ok, see I didn't understand that part. Okay, well then the truth is, I was sitting at my desk doing my homework (like kiss ass over there ;) ) and I pushed on my pencil sooo hard that when I let go I flew back and the back of the chair came off."
Now he's pissed.
My brother is just shaking his head.
"Damn't Amy, I want the truth."
"Oh, the truth? Okay, now I'll tell you the truth..."
The truth is I have no idea anymore how that chair broke but I'm pretty sure it had something to do with a pencil...
Right Jenny? You believe me, right?