In honor of Michelle , who recently paid tribute to me on her blog, and who became my bff exactly 32 years ago this coming weekend…Â Â I share with you the Umbrella Tree Incident – complete with illustration for your viewing pleasure.
It happened September 9th, 1976. Michelle’s home had several umbrella trees in front. With Halloween approaching, we got the bright idea that it would be fun to hide ourselves in the trees and scare trick-or-treaters as they passed by.  Being practical (though silly) girls, we decided to try it out beforehand to work out any kinks. Michelle climbed into the tree, we laughed, and I helped her down.
Then it was my turn. All went well until I tried to climb down.
It wasn’t until I was part way out that I realized my waist-long hair had gotten tangled in the branches! I needed both hands to support myself and was completely stuck, legs dangling helplessly from the tree.
This is how I imagine that it looked….. I actually drew a picture like this in my journal at the time.Â
I needed Michelle to support my legs so I could free my arms to untangle my hair. She is quite short, and as she held my legs my butt was right in her face, which we both found extremely funny.  She was laughing so hard she wet her pants.Â
That made me laugh even harder, and I proceeded to fart right in her face.  Of course, she burst into bigger laughter – and dropped my legs, sending me into pain and panic – but both of us laughing hysterically at the same time. Â
Gaining her composure, and urged by my pleading, she came back and held my legs again, my butt resting on her chest now…. both of us still laughing….  so much so that that I wet MY pants all over her shirt.   Laughing and crying I finally got out of that damn tree with only a few scrapes.
Michelle went in and changed her clothes – and we then walked to my house so I could. And as we approached my lawn, Brad Tomsic was in the driveway wanting to ask me to a dance (my parents said “no” – because I wasn’t 16. I hated that rule.) I’m sure he was befuddled as I hurriedly backed away and into the house to change clothes.
Needless to say, the trick-or-treaters were spared that year.
News flash!  A bright green frog has been spotted in my garden!!!  🙂
Happily, I stumbled upon a suitable replacement for my 2007 summer food addiction. I present to you, Newman’s Own Virgin Limeade.   Refreshing and delicious. And even better when on sale for 2 for $3.00 at Central Market.  The lemonade is good too, but I am partial to the limeade. It’s actually as good as my home-made version, and a heck of a lot more convenient.  Try some today 🙂
Here is how the back yard area looked when I moved in. 
Not so with hobo spiders. They are very poisonous and I kill them, though a bit reluctantly. I surprised myself this week, however, when I realized I was actually taking pleasure in watching this very large hobo spider die. I sprayed him with Grant’s Ant & Spider Killer as he was crawling on my patio screen.  He fell to the ground and ran/hobbled out to the patio, spinning himself in circles for 10 minutes as I stood over him gleefully saying “die, spider die… “    Â