Wishing you a wonderful holiday season.
xoxo ~Harry & Jo
:)
Friday, December 24, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Smoke if you got 'em...
Mom, who always enjoys a juicy piece of gossip, tells me:
Now, that's talent.
"Did you hear about that trush, Miley Cyrus? She's been smoking bombs."
Now, that's talent.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Worrywart
Mom sees danger in all things. Give her half a second and she will inevitably come up with precisely why and how something or some situation is unsafe. She is what one calls a "worrywart."
Take this recent conversation for example. Mom was was aware I'd be going to a place that had a flight of steep steps. Naturally, she had some advice for me.
I just stared, silently, at her. If I hadn't learned to climb a flight of stairs by this point in my life, there was no help for me. Catching on, she responded:
My thoughts exactly.
Take this recent conversation for example. Mom was was aware I'd be going to a place that had a flight of steep steps. Naturally, she had some advice for me.
Mom: Be careful going up and down those steps.
I just stared, silently, at her. If I hadn't learned to climb a flight of stairs by this point in my life, there was no help for me. Catching on, she responded:
Mom: Well, I think about those things. I know you don't like that. But I can't help it. I'm a little crazy.
My thoughts exactly.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Overheard from the Living Room
Dad to Mom: You know, it's getting harder and harder to share your company.
Ain't love grand? ;)
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
10-Second Delay
11/28/10.
At a restaurant -- well, that's stretching it -- at Olive Garden with mom and dad. Dad's on a 10-second delay the entire night, which (as you can imagine) complicated the ordering process.
So, the soup comes to the table. Dad is perplexed.
The waitress comes back to the table.
Crying towel. Not a Kleenex. Not a tissue. A "crying towel" -- which is apparently a real thing where he comes from. Who knew?
At a restaurant -- well, that's stretching it -- at Olive Garden with mom and dad. Dad's on a 10-second delay the entire night, which (as you can imagine) complicated the ordering process.
Dad: What are the soups?
Waitress: Chicken Gnocchi or Zuppa Toscana.
Dad: I'll have the Chicken Toscana.
Waitress: It's either Chicken Gnocchi or Zuppa Toscana. One's with chicken and one's with sausage.
Dad: Right, Chicken Toscana.
Waitress: Zuppa Toscana?
Dad: Yeah.
So, the soup comes to the table. Dad is perplexed.
Dad: This isn't creamy.
Me: Nope, cause you got the Toscana.
Dad: I wanted what you have.
Me: It's good. Eat it.
Dad: Phew... this is spicy!
The waitress comes back to the table.
Waitress: How is everything?
Dad: Boy, this soup is spicy. Do you have a crying towel?
Waitress (confused): Yeah, it is a spicy soup.
Crying towel. Not a Kleenex. Not a tissue. A "crying towel" -- which is apparently a real thing where he comes from. Who knew?
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