Saturday, May 03, 2014
What do you call a dinner conversation that involved hearing about how your husband can identify which guy in a parking lot will have tools so he could crawl under his Jeep and fix the starter? Or when Flash talks about some punk kid that goes to school with him flippantly calling Flash "buddy" at the tux shop, and your son's equally sarcastic response? Or learning that your husband may have been on speaker phone instead of hold at Auto Zone when he said, "Man, I have to piss like a racehorse?" Or how Flash had to think of how to delicately remind The Mister about the button in the Jeep that he had just recently told us about when The Mister couldn't get it into neutral? Or when the boys try to explain why The Mister smells a little perfume-y. Or when the teenager starts singing along to Bonnie Tyler's "I Need a Hero"? What do you call conversation over dinner where your husband and teenager have you laughing so hard you cry, recounting the events of their afternoon? Well, at my house, we'd call it, "typical."
Posted by Amy at 11:09 AM