My big brother used this word during Christmas and it’s perfect. On the drive to Virginia I got so very grumpy and all I needed was a sandwich. I got so hungry I was angry.
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I had to explain what a Dutch Oven was to my mother.
My little sister asked for one for Christmas and when I said that I’d give her one, much teasing was had. This was over e-mails throughout the family. Next time I was talking to my mom on the phone she said “Okay, now there was some jokes that you kids were making that I didn’t’ quite get but I know there was something….”
My sisters also had to explain to her that the little old ladies who dusted the pew cushions at church should not be called the “Church Fluffers”.
The testosterone is usually inspired by logic but it took a couple of these before I was able to squash my knee jerk feminist reaction “You can’t tell me what I can or can not- oh shit, those roads are a death trap for bikes.”
I found some back roads with more speed bumps and less traffic.