[Perna]

Sometimes I catch myself doing strange little things and when I realize "why" I find it amusing because it just doesn't make sense anymore.

When I was a child, my stepmother made our cookies/snacks, it was the 1950's and I don't think I had a store-bought cookie until I was in college the end of the 60's (other than animal crackers, fig newtons and one other "raisin" cookie that no longer exists) and so we always had fresh, homemade cookies in the cookie jar when we got home from school -

A house should have a cookie jar
For when it's half-past three
And children hurry home from school
As hungry as can be.

There's nothing quite so splendid
For filling children up
As fluffy, spicy, ginger cake
And sweet milk in a cup.

A house should have a mother
Waiting with a hug
No matter what the boy brings home
A puppy or a bug

For children only loiter
When the bell rings to dismiss
If no one's home to greet them
With a cookie and a kiss.

Ah, the trauma of someone who has that poem where she'll see it everyday, makes you cookies, but is also capable of trashing your room while screaming at you because you didn't hang up your clothes (I was luckier than my brother; my clothes were just yanked out of closet and bureau and all piled into the middle of the room, my brother had all his thrown out the second story window). But anyway. . .

So, we had these glass cookie jars with fitted glass lids and we were allowed to help ourselves to a snack when we got home but at 4:00 in the afternoon, the kitchen "closed" so we wouldn't ruin our dinner. Of course, we'd try to sneak a cookie out after that but it was devilishly hard and I can still hear my mother calling from upstairs where she'd be sewing (making my clothes for me), "Get your hand out of the cookie jar!"

So, in the present, my husband is upstairs napping and I noticed our candy bowl is getting low on York Peppermint Patties and went to the glass jar and took the lid off carefully and grabbed a handful to put in the bowl across the room but then giggled when I realized how softly I was trying to put the lid back on so it wouldn't make any noise. . .

Do you have anything you do unconsciously that you suddenly realize you're doing and find amusing in current circumstances?

[Umbral_Seraph]

It's not quite the same thing, but whenever I'm washing dishes and I need to walk somewhere for something I suddenly realize that I can't because I'm only standing on one leg! And I don't mean my leg bent back; I mean the bottom of my foot is on the inside of my thigh...plus I seem to stand on the leg on the same side I'm washing in, so usually the left.