I live in Ontario but visit my mother, Evelyn - who is 86 years (young) - in Corner Brook. My mom wanted me to make new kitchen curtains to take to her. I phoned and asked my mom, "What are the measurements of the window?" She dropped the phone and took off. She was gone a long time and I wasn't sure that she hung up. When she finally came back on the phone, here's what she said: "This is how long they need to be. Take my arm, then add on from the top of my fingers to my elbow." I said, "What?!" She started again, "Take my arm -- " I nearly died laughing. I then said, "How about the width?" The phone was dropped again. A few minutes later she came back and said, "I can't give you the width because my legs are too short!" I laughed again. Between my laughing and crying, I asked mom "Where's your measuring tape?" She said, "Well, you don't think I'm looking for box 49 in that bedroom closet for a darn measuring tape." When I went to Fabricland to buy the fabric, my son and his wife were with me. When the store clerk asked for the length, I said "Take my arm..." We all burst out laughing as I retold the true story.   Submitted By: NULL