January 26, 2009 @ 06:30:04 pm
My little brother Daryl and I shared an upstairs bedroom with only one window. Since Daryl had a weak bladder and was too afraid of the dark to run out to the outhouse at night, he kept a coffee can under his bed. It was his "peecan" and stunk up the whole bedroom.
So, one summer night Daryl woke, bladder bursting. He went into a panic, not finding his peecan where it should be. His commotion woke me. The little guy was getting frantic by then. Thinking quickly, I shoved him over to our open window and told him to let fly out the window through the screen. It worked like a charm and he didn't use his peecan again the rest of the summer.
The only thing under our window was one of mom's many flower beds. Mom noticed her flowers there were dying. So, she replanted with a different species, thinking maybe something else would do better there. Wrong. They died too. Poor mom struggled all summer with that bed, unable to figure out what was wrong. Flowers thrived there the past summer. What could be wrong?
The great flower mystery was solved later,after we got our first snow. Dad noticed all the yellow snow under Daryl and my bedroom window and showed it to mom. She confronted Daryl and myself at supper that evening. I expected some kind of punishment but none was forthcoming. Dad just sat there grinning. Gramps said we should change Daryl's name to "whizzer". Then the little snotbucket had to spill his guts. " Hop does it too. Sometimes we see who kin shoot the farthest an sometimes I win".
Well, we had to endure gramps calling us whizzer 1 and whizzer 2 for awhile. The following spring dad made me and Daryl replace the screen wire on our window. Our urine rotted the old one out.
Fun days.
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LOL I love your stories Whizzer!
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Thank you. :wah:
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hoppy;1320824 wrote: January 26, 2009 @ 06:30:04 pm
My little brother Daryl and I shared an upstairs bedroom with only one window. Since Daryl had a weak bladder and was too afraid of the dark to run out to the outhouse at night, he kept a coffee can under his bed. It was his "peecan" and stunk up the whole bedroom.
So, one summer night Daryl woke, bladder bursting. He went into a panic, not finding his peecan where it should be. His commotion woke me. The little guy was getting frantic by then. Thinking quickly, I shoved him over to our open window and told him to let fly out the window through the screen. It worked like a charm and he didn't use his peecan again the rest of the summer.
The only thing under our window was one of mom's many flower beds. Mom noticed her flowers there were dying. So, she replanted with a different species, thinking maybe something else would do better there. Wrong. They died too. Poor mom struggled all summer with that bed, unable to figure out what was wrong. Flowers thrived there the past summer. What could be wrong?
The great flower mystery was solved later,after we got our first snow. Dad noticed all the yellow snow under Daryl and my bedroom window and showed it to mom. She confronted Daryl and myself at supper that evening. I expected some kind of punishment but none was forthcoming. Dad just sat there grinning. Gramps said we should change Daryl's name to "whizzer". Then the little snotbucket had to spill his guts. " Hop does it too. Sometimes we see who kin shoot the farthest an sometimes I win".
Well, we had to endure gramps calling us whizzer 1 and whizzer 2 for awhile. The following spring dad made me and Daryl replace the screen wire on our window. Our urine rotted the old one out.
Fun days.
why is it dated Jan. 2009?
poor Daryl again and I feel sorry for mom to.
My little brother Daryl and I shared an upstairs bedroom with only one window. Since Daryl had a weak bladder and was too afraid of the dark to run out to the outhouse at night, he kept a coffee can under his bed. It was his "peecan" and stunk up the whole bedroom.
So, one summer night Daryl woke, bladder bursting. He went into a panic, not finding his peecan where it should be. His commotion woke me. The little guy was getting frantic by then. Thinking quickly, I shoved him over to our open window and told him to let fly out the window through the screen. It worked like a charm and he didn't use his peecan again the rest of the summer.
The only thing under our window was one of mom's many flower beds. Mom noticed her flowers there were dying. So, she replanted with a different species, thinking maybe something else would do better there. Wrong. They died too. Poor mom struggled all summer with that bed, unable to figure out what was wrong. Flowers thrived there the past summer. What could be wrong?
The great flower mystery was solved later,after we got our first snow. Dad noticed all the yellow snow under Daryl and my bedroom window and showed it to mom. She confronted Daryl and myself at supper that evening. I expected some kind of punishment but none was forthcoming. Dad just sat there grinning. Gramps said we should change Daryl's name to "whizzer". Then the little snotbucket had to spill his guts. " Hop does it too. Sometimes we see who kin shoot the farthest an sometimes I win".
Well, we had to endure gramps calling us whizzer 1 and whizzer 2 for awhile. The following spring dad made me and Daryl replace the screen wire on our window. Our urine rotted the old one out.
Fun days.
why is it dated Jan. 2009?
poor Daryl again and I feel sorry for mom to.
Life is just to short for drama.
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Odie;1320856 wrote: why is it dated Jan. 2009?
poor Daryl again and I feel sorry for mom to.
Jan. 2009 is when I wrote it and posted it elsewhere.
poor Daryl again and I feel sorry for mom to.
Jan. 2009 is when I wrote it and posted it elsewhere.
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hoppy;1320858 wrote: Jan. 2009 is when I wrote it and posted it elsewhere.oh cool hoppy!
Life is just to short for drama.
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