The Sunday Funnies

Yesterday, on the way to Jay's swim meet, Savvy started to play the license plate game. She loves to find license plates from various states - and gets really excited if they are from far away.

"Mom! Mom! Where is Misery?" She yelled excitedly.

I looked at the car causing all the hullaballoo and answered, "You mean Missouri?"


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slang: \ˈslaŋ\ noun 1: an informal nonstandard vocabulary composed typically of coinages, arbitrarily changed words, and extravagant, forced, or facetious figures of speech

Recently, my 20 something brother, Andrew, got a job near my parents, moved back home and started working. Ange (11 years younger than me) has always brought us oldies the lingo of the young-uns (and as I say this -- yes, I'm feeling ancient).

Anyway, a couple of days ago, my mom and I were at Costco and I was showing her a swimsuit I was going to buy for Aussie. As I tried to decide between which size to get, I made the comment to my mom that I didn't want it too small--or he'd be out of it in a month. But, I also didn't want it so big that it would be falling off him as he climbed out of the pool.

Mom replied, "True that."

"Did you just say 'true that'?" I asked her laughingly.

With shifty eyes, (and a little embarrassed-I might add) she said, "Ummm, No - I said 'that's true'."

Loyal Readers - My 50-something-year-young mother has more fashionable lingo then her on-the-wrong-side-of-30-something daughter. I think it's time I gave my 'chillin' like a villain' baby brother a call.

Until then, how's this for my new signature line?

I'm bout' to roll solo--Peace out homedog.