One of my dearest friends in high school, Maggie (aka Mags, Maggot, Large Marge, Marjorie) and I would often get into mischief back in our old home town of Springfield, PA (Delaware County).

As often happens with teenagers, we didn’t have many places to go and we’d often just drive around town listening to the radio, talking, gossiping, sharing and giggling about. We weren’t druggies – we were more like junk-food-foodies and giggle addicts constantly in search of the next sugar high, a new opportunity to prank people and any excuse to laugh ourselves silly.

It was with Maggie I honed my skills singing like Ethel Merman (see blog – 5 Quick Ways to Get Your Giggle On) and first starting experimenting with creating new words.

I recently reconnected with Maggie and we’ve been sharing stories of the olden days – you know…the 80′s.  We went to high school in the age of the Cold War and listened to Phil Collins, Duran Duran and Frankie Goes to Hollywood. We watched Eddie Murphy movies and comedy specials on HBO. We wore those embarrassing Jellies shoes which now how somehow morphed into a sister shoe called, Crocs. Crocs are, in my opinion, Jellies on steroids and are ugly is as ugly does (thanks Forrest Gump).  I hear kids today now have retro parties with 80′s themes!!! Oh Lawdy, Lawd, Lawd, I feel crunchy and crackling old!

One of my fondest and silliest memories from that time was driving around in Maggie’s ’66 Ford Fairlane Convertible and throwing peanut M&M’s at other people through the windows of the car. I like to think we were aiming at the moon as part of some female cleansing and right of passage ritual but it wasn’t that innocent or even remotely spiritual. We were on some sort of Monty Pythonesque quest to assault other people with chocolate. Frankly, I have no idea why we did what we did but it was funny as hell at the time (and even now in retrospect).  * I do apologize for any chocolate damage to anyone driving on Baltimore Pike and the surrounding areas during that time period. *

Why throw M&M’s and not Goobers or Raisinettes? Only God knows that one, I’m clueless!

When things got really insane, we’d throw double stuffed Oreos and at times, when we felt like cutting r-e-a-l-l-y loose, we’d hurl french fries we bought from the local Burger King or Mickey D’s.

I remember laughing and giggling with her for hours. We adored silliness and found every opportunity to push each other to the “pee in your pants” limit. I’ll never admit how many times I peed my pants from laughing (why bother? I’m still tallying anyway – it is a work-in-progress).

I have matured in many ways. I don’t go around throwing M&M’s at the moon anymore (or other cars) but…..marshmallows……well, that’s another blog entirely…………

Viva la M&M!