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(Not so) Tall Tale Tuesday: Mr. $hitter

Introduction to (Not So) Tall Tale Tuesday:

Have I ever mentioned that I’m a matchy-matchy person? I like things to go together and I guess this has bled over into my blogging because I feel an overwhelming desire to have my titles coordinate with the day of the week. If you know me very well, this probably comes as no surprise. Coming up with a title to go with Tuesday has been somewhat of a challenge for me though. 

Don’t get me wrong- I’d love to have Taco Tuesday as my theme and go eat different tacos everyday to blog about that. That would be AWESOME but….since that directly conflicts with my whole “well being” efforts I thought I should explore more options. 

So what does any good millennial does when trying to find an answer or a solution??? 

I googled blog themes for Tuesdays. To my surprise, there weren’t all that many articles or blogs about this subject that weren’t already being used by everyone already. I did find this blog about Cheryl Strayed’s writing prompts on A Medium Corporation by Bianca Bass, along with some of hers. I really liked it but rather than daily themes, these ideas all struck me as ideas for stories. 

Then it hit me- the “t” word I was looking for was tales. But then I realized most of these prompts are not really tales– they’re truth. From there I came up with (Not so) Tall Tales. 

Ok, I can admit it. I’m cheesy. But, hey, I happen to think it’s a loveable trait. With that background explained, I’ll start with my first (not so) tall tale: 

          Write about a time you realized you were mistaken.

This prompt honestly made me laugh because I’m mistaken about 10 million times a day. Ok, maybe that’s an exaggeration. And if you ask Garen he’d tell you that I think I’m never wrong. 

This was a tough one for me because I’ve done many things in my life that I regret. And, let’s face it, do I really want to share my dirty laundry with everyone???

Soooo…Let me tell you a little tale about me trying to be a smarty pants and how my potty mouth actually had a pretty shitty ending for my pride. (If you’re offended by the word “shit,” please stop here and sorry, Mom and Jacquetta, if I embarrass you). 

We were playing a card game with most of my mom’s side of the family. I think it was on my dad’s birthday, which that year fell on the day of my dear Grammy’s funeral. (Side note: the only reason I bring that up is because she would’ve loved this story). On that side of the family, somehow potty talk inevitably seems to become a joke at some point.  

Why, I have no idea. (Maybe for the same reason Chandler Bing didn’t get the job when his future boss started talking about his duties). Whatever the reason, the subject came up. 

And when it did, my memory of my Aggie education prompted me to share some knowledge with my loving family from one of my many history classes. I proceeded to tell them that “the shitter” is called that because “Mr. Shitter” invented the toilet. They quickly told me that it was actually Mr. Crapper who invented it and that’s why it’s called “the crapper,” not “the shitter” as I had so eloquently announced to everyone. 

Here’s a prime example of when I’ve been mistaken

And my family still gives me shit about it. 

However, evidently they might’ve been wrong too. Per Wikipedia, the origin of the word “crapper” actually comes from the combination of two older words. Does this mean what I learned in one of my college courses was actually load of…

Ok. Ok. I’m sorry for the shitty language in this blog. I just couldn’t resist. 

If nothing else, you may have learned something new tonight. This may even provide some good reading material for a friend while they’re on “the crapper” so feel free to share. 

Happy (not so) Tall Tale Tuesday to you!

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