She's going to kill me for telling this little tid-bit. I talked to her while she was at Vic's for the family get together. She was telling me how her stereo speakers wouldn't work after she vacuumed them out. She wondered if she sucked them too hard. I said, "Yeah, Dad always said you sucked too hard." She tried to ignore it...but I was laughing and asked her if she heard me...and she said "Yeah!" in an funny, annoyed way....but when I told her to tell Dad what I said because he'd enjoy it...she refused. She wouldn't let me tell Vickie either. You know, between me and my father, she should really be use to it.
For example, I was talking to Dad a couple of months ago and he was in a really good mood. Eventually, he said that when he came home, Mom met him at the door and demanded sex. (You know that has to be a lie...HEHEHE) Anyway, He said he asked her if he could have something to eat first because he was working hard all day. That is when I said,"Did she say, oh, I have something for you to eat alright!" I think for once I left my father speechless.....for it's not everyday I make a comment like that to him. He laughed, as well he should have but got off the phone soon after that. I'm sure I probably messed up his punch line...where ever it was going.
Ah, life is good when your mind is in the gutter.
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Annette even though Mike and I laughed very hard, I think that your mom is going to absolutely kill you. You have a funny yet perverted sense of humor like so many of us in the family.
Perverted...ME??!...yep. I can't help it. It's a genetic glitch. you can't fight genetics. I just told my Father what I said to Mom and he got a pretty good laugh out of it. I don't know why she doesn't think I'm funny. I am...I really am....sometimes.
We need to find you a man and fast. I'm starting to worry about you. These blogs are getting a little over my head. YOur Mom did not tell me what you said. Ill ask her we are going to tecumseh. were giving them our picnic table.
Vickie, you are assuming that I'm not getting a little, huh. See, this is where living in New York really comes in handy. You can do whatever you want and nobody is going harass you or scare them away before you decide to give them the boot. AH HA! Oh, and by the way...it seems it doesn't take much to go over your head, dear Aunt! It must be that old age kicking in. Don't play innocent...I know for a fact that your brain sits in the gutter quite often too. Oh, do ask Mom...she was a little embarassed I think. I talked to Dad this morning and told him what I said....lol, he laughed pretty hard and told me that Mom walked out of the room, blushing. I'm not sure if that was true or not, hard telling with Dad.
Hmmm...you are a dark horse, I LIVE here in NY and still don't know what you're getting and where. However, I think you should move to Canada, those Canadian men seem to be your forte...well since MM got married and all...
You called me a horse....a horse. You will pay for that one my friend. Oh, yes you will. Who is MM? What are you talking about? I think you have lost your mind...and by the way you live in NYC and I line on LI..its a different world out here.
Sorry for the horse comment...although why is it okay for you to have referred to yourself as an ox? Hmmm? Anyways I was just being allegorical. Still, I am sorry I don't really ever think of you as a horse, never have. I stand corrected it must be a different world on LI. Re: "MM"...I'm not losing my mind you know exactly who I mean, missy.
I refer to myself as being strong as an OX...and I know what black horse is...I was being silly and turning the tables. OHHHHH...MM...ummmm, I'm not sure you should mention him on this blog...he had read it before. Don't give him any more ideas., Missy
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