adventures of a psychopathic magnet

We Did It Again.

Last week Hazel, Becca and I went out to Willie's house to make pancakes. Not just any kind of pancake, chocolate chip banana pancakes. Oh yeah. I was in charge of the bananas and as this photo shows, I got it done and made it gorgeous....or something.

Becca and Willie made the batter. And Hazel, well Hazel flipped and entertained.

As you have noticed from the photos, this was a classy venture from the start. But knowing us, we have to take it to a whole new level.
After we finish the pancakes, Becca, Hazel and I have a dance party to the Art of Noise's "Theme from Peter Gunn." During this time Hazel takes an entire pancake and shoves it in her mouth. Closely resmbeling the photo below

only, in order to make becca and I laugh harder, there is much more of it hanging out of her mouth. So we are dancing around, laughing like idiots (Hazel with what can only be described as pancake rabbies) while Willie is in the bathroom. Hazel goes dancing out into the hallway only to put it in reverse and dance right back into the the stereo room. Eyes bulging she grabs my arm and pushes me into the hall, Becca close behind. Standing in the living room is a middle aged man holding a stack of papers. Because we are already wound up and have been making fools out of ourselves all day, all we can think to do is double over laughing. I am not talking a slight chuckle here. No. I mean red faces, real tears, use one another for support laughing. We have no idea who this guy is and he in turn has no idea who we are.
We manage to calm down, a little, and go introduce ourselves and explain who we are. At this point Willie returns and greets his uncle Mark (who we refer to as Uncle Walter, dirty Uncle Walter to be exact. I am not sure why), Becca, Hazel and I quickly run to the bathroom for another laughing fit.
How is it we manage to meet people under such embarassing circumstances?

posted by lulu @ 10:32 PM