Friday, April 1, 2016

Phooey and Tarnation

- - - a dinner conversation from last month - - -
or
The Importance of Using the Right Cuss Word

I had gone to the store earlier in the day, and knew there was one thing that I wanted to get, but couldn’t remember what it was while I was in the store.  Finally, at dinner, I remembered that since the Common Household Son is home this week, I wanted to get some ground beef to make meat loaf.   We had this conversation.

Me:  “Oh, now I remember what I wanted to get at the store.” (and getting really mad at myself, I used one of my stronger expletives…) “Rats.”

Husband:  What kind of rats?  Sprague-Dawley rats? Fischer rats?  Brown Norway? Wistar?”

Younger Daughter: “Or those white rats with red eyes?”

Son: “You could get frozen rats.”

Younger Daughter:  “Don’t forget that you have to check with PETA before you get rats.”

Husband:    “Or maybe you’d want to go with powdered rats.  It could be cheaper.”

Me:    “This is really gross.  I’m still eating my dinner.”

Son:  “You should hear what the medical students talk about at lunch.”

Husband:   “Is it gross?”

Son:  “Yes.”

Husband:    “Gross Anatomy?”

Son: “Is there any other kind?”


7 comments:

smalltownme said...

Your family has the best repartee.

Angie said...

Love it!

Angie said...

Love it!

Green Girl in Wisconsin said...

I agree with smalltownme!
And "rats" is one of my favorite words when I'm vexed. I'm trying to lay off the stronger ones, terrible habit.

Cassi said...

Fabulous!

The Crislers said...

"Is there any other kind?" I laughed so hard. I hope you were able to finish your food, after all that.

Karen (formerly kcinnova) said...

You really have to be on top of your word game to live there!
"Pickle-snort" may or may not be less gross than rats.