Me: "I want to be Hasidic and grow those curly things." *making curlicue gestures near the sides of my face*
Tom: "I could grow a beard."
Me: "With the change of life coming my way, so could I. It's gonna be great!"
Tom: *nervous laughter and quick glances between the road and me*
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Me to me: "Note to self: Dipshit, not shithead. Wait! Calling your beloved niece either one of those to her mom isn't going to be better, even if there was an ultimately eloquent point you were trying to make."
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I was just today telling my mom that Lila is developing a Hasidic hairstyle. No joke. And I *can not* believe you confused dipshit and shithead. I laughed hard when I read that. One is cute, one is argument provoking. Too funny.
I'm glad you understand the finer points of name calling, Jemima. Every time I think about it, I crack up, even though my sister-in-law's face clearly indicated my inappropriateness.
Didn't know Sweda's wife had a blog. I'll stay tuned
Seriously laughing out loud here.
Your husband is one lucky man, don't let him tell you any different.
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