Here’s an old post worth reblogging.
There are a number of really, really goofy facts about me that I will reveal in today’s post… No one is trying to blackmail me over these things, believe it or not. I have no money. And I have no reputation to protect. I am nobody. Just a silly, goofy, loony old nobody. But I have a few chuckles now and then at my own expense.
Revelation #1; The clown nose in the picture was a souvenir from Cirque du Soleil. We went to see them in a parking lot in Frisco, Texas. They had an actual circus tent. When I was five, I told my parents I wanted to be a clown when I grew up. Nobody believes me when I say it, but I achieved that goal. They say, “But you were a school teacher!”
And I say, “How is that different?”
Honestly, I have worn a clown…
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Catch a Falling Star 
OMG! Can’t sleep! The clowns will eat me.
I am diabetic myself. I can’t eat things that don’t fit in my dietary plan. And clowns won’t eat me in my dreams because I taste like potent medicine. Great Grandma used to boil illness out of me with castor oil.
My mother almost killed me with castor oil when I had a bad stomach pain. Turned out it was an inflamed appendix and she ruptured it.
Whoa. It does roast your insides. My Great Grandma also believed in eating Vick’s Vapo-Rub. Sometimes they almost kill you because they love you so much.