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This is the time of the year when static cling gives us an electrifying performance.

You know what I mean?

As soon as the outside temperature begins to drop into the colder digits, you begin to notice how your pants stick to your thighs and calves, causing them to bunch up and resemble the skin on a Chinese Shar-Pei dog. Or someone standing behind you on an escalator informs you that one of your socks is statically clinging to the outside of your butt; shamefully discovering it’s been there since you left the house that morning.

You may have also noticed while coiffing your hair how your mane will suddenly stand on end, magnetically attaching itself to the comb or brush, looking as though you just stuck a wet finger into an electrical outlet.

The other day as I was taking the pillow cases off my bed pillows, the static electricity was so intense it sounded like a 4th of July fireworks display….

….SNAP, CRACKLE, POP!

Not only did I have to wrestle in order to get the damn pillow cases off because they were clinging like GLUE, but I also got electrically SHOCKED like 43 times!

Then, while pressing the elevator button in my apartment building, I got the shock of all shocks. It was as if a bolt of lightening came down from the sky and went from the tip of my finger, through my entire body, and then out through my toes.

I felt like freakin’ Frankenstein!

Do you remember when you were a kid, how much fun it was to rub your socked feet over the carpet and then touch a mental door knob; getting shocked? And if you did it in a darkened room you would actually see sparks?

Or how hilarious it was to rub your feet over the carpet and then walk up from behind your 80 year-old grandmother as she was dozing off while watching her favorite soap opera, and SHOCK her on the back of her neck; laughing as she JUMPED?

(I know, I’m hideously evil, just say it)

This reminds me of a time when I went through a faze of torturing my younger brother, Tom.

You can read about it here and here.

Tom reads my blog, so be sure to tell him in your comments how sorry you feel for him because it’ll make him very so much better.

When we were kids, I use to love giving him static electricity shocks while he was sleeping.

After I was absolutely sure he was sound asleep, I would ever so quietly tip-toe into his bedroom while rubbing my feet along the carpet. And at the perfect moment, I would take one of my index fingers and slowing bring it closer and closer to the tip of his nose until it made contact….and then ZAP…zzzzzzit!

OMG, it was so hysterical to watch him FLY off the bed about ten feet while grabbing his nose, not knowing what the hell had just happened. And before I could get caught, I would run out of his room and hide behind the partially closed door; howling until I thought my sides would split.

Yeah, I know that might sound very mean, but hey, I was always bored as a kid.

So what better way did I have to not only have some fun, but also learn about electricity for my science class homework…..




I’m sorry to have shocked you, but you know how much I love ya, Tom!




Wishing you a static cling-free weekend everyone!

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