The Kid in Me

I recently watched a movie entitled, Three Faces of Eve, which is about the first recorded case of a woman with multiple personality disorder. In the beginning of this dated black and white movie the narrator compares having multiple personality disorder to a fat man with a skinny man inside trying to get out. In a twisted and far-stretched comparative way I have a little kid inside of me that comes out more often then it probably should. The result? A lot of FUN!

The camera ran out of memory space just moments before higher intervention was called upon to get me out of the pot. Stephanie couldn't muster up enough strength (as you could probably tell from her grunting, pulling, and twisting) so we called in Mr. Dad. After that didn't work BOTH he and Stephanie tried, but again, to no avail. Some heavy duty equipment was much needed. And who better than the Gig Harbor Fire Department? They pulled up in their big fire truck with the ambulance trailing behind to make sure I didn't sustain any injuries from the extraction of the pot. After being drug out to the front lawn where the neighbors gathered around to see what the commotion was and with a few good tools, that I don't know the names of or could pronounce, the firemen (4 of 'em) were successfully able to pry the pot off. With a good exam from a paramedic I walked away without a scratch or bruise!

Pretty good story, huh? Only if it were true.....

Stephanie was able to pull off the pot shortly after the camera cut off - it really did run out of memory. All the yanking and pulling before got me far enough out of the pot in order for me to release the suction effect it had, which then allowed me to be pot free. It was quite the trip to squeeze into that pot, get stuck in it, and then try to get out of it. Still laughing about it!

Note: Rachel, Stephanie or the pot were NOT harmed during the events of this film