You’ll never guess what someone asked me for today. Never in a million, katrillion, quadfillion years.
I was quietly checking my e-mail this morning while walking to work. And there it was staring at me in my inbox. A request from another teacher.
Know what she needed? I’m in fits of giggles just thinking about it. Seriously, you’ll never guess.
She needed to borrow a mini trampoline! Can you believe it? A mini trampoline of all things! I know, I’m dying laughing, too.
In about 0.2 seconds I e-mailed her back telling her she could borrow
yours mine yours.
After school she drove me home and on the drive I told her about how you used to “train” for your trips by trampolining. Sorry to put “train” in air quotes, Gramma, but I just can’t say it with a straight face. We were cracking up just at the thought.
When you died, that’s why I wanted your trampoline so badly in the first place. It makes me smile every time I look at it and remember you bouncing, ahem, “training”, on it.
Wait, I’m snickering too much. I have to stop and take a breath for a sec.
After hearing the story of how I came to possess your trampoline, my colleague said she didn’t want to take the trampoline because she was afraid something might happen to it. I told her that’s the very reason she should take it. Something might happen to it. Something laugh out loud hilarious might happen to it.
You see, my colleague is going to use it in a spirit assembly that involves kids wearing superhero capes and doing silly tricks and eating disgusting foods. I told her that assembly is just the kind of thing that would’ve made you laugh.
So you should know that on Friday afternoon a bunch of middle school kids are going to be jumping and bouncing and having a ton of fun on your old trampoline.
And when I get it back I might just take a jump or two before putting it back in the closet. Gramma, you always made me laugh. You’re still making me laugh.
I love you like crazy,