Have you ever seen something, or heard something, and found that your mind has wandered to something completely different? Or vaguely associated, but totally out of context?
When given the keywords sleep number bed to blog about, I was first irritated by the impossible, nonexistant grammar and word alignment. Then, I decided to try to be creative, and so this sweet little true story popped into my head:
My mother-in-law is the youngest of 12, and she was born in 1936. Her mother was born in 1890, and had her first child in 1907. Up until the second youngest, there was two years between every time a child was born. MIL was an afterthought, and was born 9 years after number 11.
Anyway. Before her, there were 6 boys and 5 girls. They all slept in the attic, and the boys shared one big bed.
The story goes that one of them sat up in bed one night, and when asked why, replied: “I just had to sit up for a while, to rest!” Legend also has it that when one of them needed to shift, he had to say: “one, two, three, turn!”, and all of them shifted at the same time.
They all lived to a ripe old age – in fact, 4 of the 12 are still around. The ones I’ve been lucky enough to know have never seemed traumatized by their childhoods, either. I don’t think I need worry too much about the fact that my 2 youngest Brats have to share a room.
Stumble it!
