Yesterday, as I was sitting outside with my mother-in-law and sister-in-law, we had conversation that went something like this:
Ma-In-Law: I have an itch to go on a trip. Maybe I'll go to Florida later this year. I was going to save my timeshare points until next year, but I might be dead next year.
Me: You are NOT going to be dead next year!
Sis-In-Law: Who knows? We could be dead next year!
Mom-In-Law: And then I wouldn't have anyone to go on a trip with!
What's with all the death talk? Does my sister-in-law want me dead?
By the way, I have received a few phone calls about my Friday post. No, I did not call my husband a retard. I did, however, say he had a Retard of the Week moment. Plus, if he had been opposed to be posting about his "moment", I would have never posted it. And further, my husband was laughing just as loud (if not louder) at his forgetfulness when it came to pouring water in the coffee maker, rather than leaving it on the cradle of the machine. So, no apologies from me. Not on this one.
1 comment:
I wanted that statement to sound as ridiculous as the ma sounded. I certainly would not want anything to happen to you or myself for that matter. Just busting about calling my brother a retard - we all have those moments!
Jacky
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