Sisterhood of the "Pee your Pants"

I love my sisters. I have two of them...Marcia (Marcia, Marcia, Marcia or M3)and Carol (Sissy). Whenever we are together we always seem to get a giggle fit about something. Nothing better than a good knee slappin', snortin', cryin', pee your pants giggle fit. It is good for the soul, and some say your health.

Several years ago we made a promise to get together more often...just the three of us. We managed to do some really fun things together on a pretty regular basis, then I moved to the land of snow. It was a little hard to stay connected, but every time I came back home we managed to at least go to dinner together.

So, since moving home over a year ago...can you believe that one!!...we are finally settling in to a routine of a once a month connection...at least we are trying! A few weeks ago we bundled up and took a bus into NYC for the day. As always...we had several giggle fits.

Now, I could bore you with the details of all of them, but I know that during the translation a lot of the humor will be lost. You know what they say..."guess you had to be there". So I will just fill you in on the one at the Lincoln Center.

While waiting in line to use the ladies room...why is there always a line for the ladies and not the mens?...you would think someone would have remedied that problem by now!...we saw a very funny "optical illusion"..of sorts. The door to the ladies room was propped open. Directly inside was a wall of mirrors...and a counter. The "facilities" were off to the left...at least that was what we thought.

My sister, Carol, was the first in line and all of a sudden turned around giggling so hard it was a good thing we were so close to the bathroom. What she saw...or thought she saw reflected in the wall of mirrors...was a woman sitting in a bathroom stall with the door open...reading a paper! Behind the open door to the ladies room was a chair. The woman was sitting there relaxing...reading the daily news...minding her own business...not even knowing we were looking at her and doubling over in laughter. The reflection Carol saw in the mirror was of a woman sitting on the pot reading a newspaper with her stall door wide open. I know, it lost a lot in the translation...but it was funny!!!!

Another thing we observed while standing in line was the most unusual...I use that word out of kindness...sweater I have ever seen. A woman had on a home-made...obviously...knit sweater with a crocheted doily attached to the center of the back of it. Interesting way to use old doilies. I never saw the front but I am hoping that she did not have two smaller ones attached there! :)

Well, in NY...anything goes!!! Maybe she started a new fashion trend??

Looking forward to our next adventure...stay tuned!