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Today was spent cleaning and cleaning. Nothing of much consequence happened until around 11:30 PM. The church Open House was over and Mom, Dad, Bergen, and I were home alone.

Now Picture this:

Dad is laying on the long couch in the living room already dead to the world.

Mom is lounging in her big green chair with her legs kicked up.

I am laying on the little couch curled up in a ball.

Bergen comes in and collapses on the floor.

THEN Mom proceeds to do a sort of roll off the chair and onto the floor in the same position as Bergen.

That image in and of itself is hysterical.

After a while mom starts mumbling to herself:

"I remember why I don't lay on the floor like this. Ever. It hurts. I'm in pain."

Greta: You're in pain?

Mama: It's killing me!

After more time passed I ended up on the floor so I could better imitate mom.

The rest of the evening included my imitations of the Youtube Videos "Tracy" and "Bonquiqui" and the family favorite real life talent: Mrs. Montanari! Bergen then stated with a surprised tone "Greta, you're funny...!"

And now at 1:20 AM I am crawling into bed.

Since I started blogging even more has happened. I heard a huge THUD and after typing a few more words I ran into the hall and asked "Who died!?"

Mama: Nobody.

Greta: What broke?

Mama: The toilet.

Greta: Bergen broke the toilet!?

Mama: No, she didn't break it. She dropped it.

Greta: What have I told you Bergen? Don't drop the toilet.

I would say that this has been a very successful evening in the Goesch Home. These are the kinds of nights for which I live. I love the sound of laughter. It is the best sound in the world....even if slightly ridiculous. Regardless, I love any excuse to make others laugh and experience joy.

Quote of the Day:

(Dad passed out on the couch, Greta laying on the floor)

Greta: Dad I have a very serious question to ask you?

Dad: No. You're not attractive.

Greta: But let me try it this time! (Does the alligator thing. If you don't know what that means ask about it later)

Dad: You freak.

Greta: No one's gonna marry me!