Ask a Silly Question

The silliest question anyone ever asked me was, “Did you start out tall and then shunk?”

It is out of my reality to even imagine a disorder where a person starts out in adulthood at five feet six inches tall, then begins the process of shortening. Not only would their skeleton have to change, muscles, organs, skin and brain would have to survive and adapt to being bunched up in a shrinking body.

 
I try to imagine, “Wow, are you loosing height?”
“A little, does it show?”
“You look good, when are you going to stop?”
“Seriously? I thought I’d shoot for the three foot mark, but first I need to save up money to adapt my car.”

 
The second silliest idea about me has to do with going to the bathroom.

 
A friend of several months confided that she didn’t know people like me went pee. To this, I had no answer, just a kind smile, a shrug then assurance that I did indeed pee, sometimes several times a day.

 
Just to round things out with a third surprise. “Is that yours? I didn’t know you were pregnant.” I started out at fifty some pounds and added probably fourteen more, all belly, and people did not notice I was toting a baby under there.

I agree there aren’t any stupid questions, there are some that are not well thought out, though.
So, yes, that was my baby and we made it from the kit, I’ll go pee after I edit this and I am getting shorter, but not the way you think.

Thank you for dropping in on my life and please, come back, I hope to entertain you again and again. Leave some comments, I bet someone has asked you a silly question, share it, but you have to answer it, too.