Pants on Fire

#3 is the lie. I'm thinking you own a full-size sphinx... as in the Great Sphinx of Giza

Sadly, we may never know as it looks like Tickett forgot about the part where you come back and fess up after you post the choices.

#3 may be the lie, Nymtoc is a miniatue sphinx.

1. I have a miniature bicycle.
2. I have a miniature piano.
3. I have a miniature sphinx.

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I vote #1. It's just so oddball. Plus it would be very hard to use for its intended use, unlike a piano which you could still play, and a sphinx, which you could still look at.

So I assume you cannot actually ride the bicycle?

Cobalt Jade said:

So I assume you cannot actually ride the bicycle?

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Only when he vacations in Lilliput.

having a hard time keyboarding today so I am finishing a short story with a pen and paper. This is not the incredible part. Fifty years ago this is how it was done--hand written rough draft before breaking out the typewriter. This particular morning I have a sore shoulder--shooting pain to the wrist. The weather is changing but this shoulder of mine goes beyond autumnal chills. I had to see my chiropractor on Saturday. He asked me how I did this to myself. I could narrow it down to two early morning activities both of which Dr. Pick found surprising. The third is a lie.

1. Pitching horseshoes.
2. Demonstrating the Trudgen Crawl.
3. Playing bocci ball.

I don't know what a Trudgeon Crawl is, so I'm going to pick that.

As always google is permitted on my lies. --s6

Oh, wow! I'm thrown for a loop here, Shakes. #1 is my pitching pick for the lie. (As clearly established—given my pitching average—I'm probably wrong though!) I almost went with #2, came so close, but close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades.

I'm also going for pitching horseshoes as the irritant. If you did it playing Bocci ball, you're not throwing right, and if you can swim you're already one up on me. In the mean time, take it easy on the Bracheal Plexus and try out an inversion table. Mine works wonders for me.

If I had added that I have been substitute teaching the last 5 weeks and that PE is the first hour class it would have made this a little easier. And, yes, Nymmie, I can pitch a bocci ball with the best of them but these bocci balls are made for high school girl hands, a bit lighter and smaller than the ones the old men in my husband's hometown used to pitch. I suspect the horseshoes. I was trying to pitch like my grandpa and my Uncle Frank. They had perfected a crazy Frisbee spin on the pitches, almost always clanging in a ringer. They were about my age at the time but I must not be as tough. I think the Frisbee horseshoe pitch is what did my arm in.

We throw horseshoes and play bocci ball in the city park on these autumn mornings but we don't swim. The class finished the swimming session weeks ago while it was still hot, so #2 is the lie. I did try to teach the girls how to do the Trudgen. It totally cracked up the boy's gym teacher. Seems the whippersnapper had never heard of that stroke. --s6

Here's three from me. The theme of today's entry is...sitting!

1. I sat on a snake at a family picnic.

2. I sat in the cockpit of an SR-71 Blackbird spy plane.

3. I sat on Santa's lap and asked him for a diamond ring.

I'm so tempted to follow Nymtoc's lead and go with #2, because he's usually right at spotting the bent truths, but I'm going with #3: you either sat on some other—non-Santa—lap and asked for bling; or, you sat on Santa's lap, but asked for cold hard cash!

Sat on a snake? How? You didn't see it? Maybe if you were spreading one of those ubiquitous red and white checked picnic cloths on the ground and taking sandwiches and lemon squashes by a babbling brook where a stone deef snake lived, but most adults sit at a bench when picnicking because there might be something ugly on the ground like red ants or burrs. I'd believe the spy plane cockpit story before I'd believe the snake one, but then Kansas snakes are reclusive. When people show up toting sandwiches and checkered tablecloths they hide. --s6

1. I sat on a snake at a family picnic.

2. I sat in the cockpit of an SR-71 Blackbird spy plane.

3. I sat on Santa's lap and asked him for a diamond ring.

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#1 is THE LIE! I am far too tender-hearted to sit on a snake.

#2 is true... there's an authentic disembodied (disemplaned?) Blackbird cockpit at The Museum of Flight here in Seattle that visitors can sit in and fool around with the controls.

#3 is also true. I was five and enamored with my older sister's diamond engagement ring, and the first and only time I sat on Santa's lap, I asked for one.

Here are three more from me:

1. I cut off the top of my thumb with a pair of garden shears.

2. I hit my head on a train baggage rack and have to have stitches at the next stop.

3. I dropped a large piece of marble on my instep. Luckily, I have strong feet and didn't break anything.

Were the garden shears electric? --s6

If the garden shears were electric #1 is plausible. If they were manual, no way. Since Jade isn't answering, I am going with #1 as the lie--s6

1. I cut off the top of my thumb with a pair of garden shears.

2. I hit my head on a train baggage rack and have to have stitches at the next stop.

3. I dropped a large piece of marble on my instep. Luckily, I have strong feet and didn't break anything.

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# 2 is THE LIE! Never happened.

# 1 actually did happen. It was a manual pair, and my left thumb had gotten in the way. I cut off about 1/4" off the top. Pretty horrible to see a piece of your flesh on the blade and know that you did it. Took a few months to heal up. Now, except for a recurring callus, it's like it never happened.

1 I ran my hand through a router table once. Mangled my thumb pretty good.

2 My wife is out of town and I not only behaved myself, I retiled the bathroom floor.

3 I even have the house spotless for when she gets home.