While visiting relatives on my dad’s side this past Easter weekend, I overheard a few funnies. I’d like to share the following:
From Ladybug, indignant that the dog would not be traveling with us: “Isn’t Easter for families? Our dog is part of the family. She is the glue that holds this family together!”
From my husband, immediately after the church service: “I just need a piece of ham and a Coke.”
From my cousin, apologizing for not attending my brother’s wedding: “I’m sorry I didn’t make it. But you didn’t come to mine and I gave you three chances!”
From me, while sitting next to my vertically challenged brother who was eating dessert: “There’s a website for everything out there. There’s probably even one for midgets who like chocolate pie!”
Backtracking: “NO! I wasn’t thinking of you when I said that.”
Ladybug, while looking at a picture of me in 1994: “I like you better in that picture.”
Ladybug, while playing with her new hummingbird Webkinz: “Why do hummingbirds hum?” Her father, answering: “Because they don’t know the words.” An oldie, but goody.
My sister-in-law regarding her teenage son, “Alex might be in there showing his hernia.”
My young country cousin: “Who wants to play rake limbo?!” (They also enjoyed several rounds of redneck – or ladder – golf)
My husband, while playing the 80s version of Trivial Pursuit: “Gene Simmons is not a glam rocker!” and “We get Malta and you get pit bull?!” and “Prince! It was Prince who posed nude on an album cover. I can’t believe you didn’t know that.”
My sister, during the same game, trying to remember a certain glam rocker: “You know, the guy who bit the heads off of doves?”
Good times.
