Sunday, May 3, 2009

rewind. take two. let's try that again.

Me: whineblahblahblah haven't been on a date in a year blahblahblah sick kid blahblahblah The Mister is on the couch blahblahblah whine

My Mother: Sometimes it was longer than that before your father and I went on a date.

Me: Well look how well that turned out.


Hear that sound? That's the lead balloon, hitting the concrete.

10 comments:

  1. My foot sometimes finds its way into my mouth also. Actually, more times than I'd like to talk about.

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  2. I have some salt and ketchup for your toes. I keep it in stock for the many times my foot ends up in my mouth. She'll forgive you before you know it!

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  3. Oh yes. It hits the concrete over here, too, occasionally. My hubby is leaving tomorrow for 2 WEEKS for a meeting/training session because apparently his company has never heard of MOTHERS DAY. Geeze...and I didn't say Jesus. (That is the latest slur used by our 5-year-old.) Now that I have two teenagers, I have come to the conclusion that the teenagers should come first...THEN the baby. It is way easier that way.

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  4. One time my MIL (who I don't get along that well with) was here and she decided to help me fold some sheets. The thing is she folded them differently than I do. The way Hubby usually does. And I don't like them that way. I didn't know it was her. So, I scolded Hubby for doing it wrong. When I found out she had dome it I was so embarrassed.

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  5. Score. Pamela : 1 Your Mom : 36 hundred million thousand...
    You rock.

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  6. OUCH Pamela! Damn, don't you wish you had a life remote and you could stop and rewind your big mouth! (I do! For myself that is)

    Anyway, Mother's Day is next weekend. Don't let it go by un-noticed. (like it most likely will at my house)

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talk to me, people. because you know i get all giddy when you do.