It's twenty below outside. And I keep asking Dan for reassurance that we're not going to find dead cats or chickens in the morning.
A few years ago, sometime during Thanksgiving Day while my folks house was swarming with aunts, uncles, cousins, little kids, big kids, and the temps in the teens, I decided to go for a walk to get some air. In case you've forgotten, the teens in November feels cold.
Anyhoo, upon my return, remembering that there were little ears all around, I said to Mary "It is colder than a you-know-what's titty." To which Mary replied nonchalantly, "Don't you mean colder than a witch's you-know-what?"
Dang it!
I mean really. Which is worse to say, witch or tit?
2 comments:
Sometimes reading your blog is such an uplifting moment of my day. I needed a laugh today....thanks for giving me one.
That remains one of the funniest moments you and I have ever shared.
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