Grandpa's socks
Apr. 8th, 2009 03:14 pmHe and I and Mom and Grandma had been out to dinner or something when I was a teenager and Dad was out of town. We got back to their place, and Grandma went upstairs to change into her robe and slippers. Grandpa sat down in his recliner. "Oh, Debra," he said to my mom. "I'm beat into my socks."
That is not what my mother and I heard. We both went, "You WHAT?"
Because we both heard, "Oh, Debra, I peed in my socks."
It's become a family thing that we say when we're really tired, but I have to say it's one of the more alarming of our family things (which is actually sort of an accomplishment), because it tends to come up when we've known people long enough that they think they should know what on earth we're on about, and then there we are announcing that our hosiery is urine-soaked. Which would give a body pause, I can understand.
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Date: 2009-04-08 09:24 pm (UTC)in my family it's "brain death brain death i'm a turtle".
i no longer recall what my father *actually* said, but that is what we heard.
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Date: 2009-04-08 09:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-08 09:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-08 11:47 pm (UTC)My family believe that things will get smaller if you blow on them. This is based on hearing exactly what was said but applying it to the wrong conversation. It went something like this:
Me, calling down the stairs: I can't get everything in my suitcase!
[My sister, unheard by me: My hot chocolate is too hot!]
[Dad, answering me: (something I never heard)]
Mom, answering my sister: Did you try blowing on it?
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Date: 2009-04-09 03:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-09 03:39 am (UTC)