Back in September my mother and I were prepping for a Family Function. And we have a lot of those around here because we celebrate both the Jewish and Catholic holidays. But more on that another time.
Since we have so many Family Holidays I’ve really come to enjoy helping my mother. There’s so much work involved, no one should have to do it alone. And also, we make a great team. We’ve perfected the art of who’s in charge of what. Like, she does most of the cooking and I do most of the cleaning. She’s in charge of picking out what dishes to use, and where they should go, while I am in charge of setting them properly.
And we’ve also perfected the intricate dance also known as when to stay out of the other persons way. Which is totally-super-handy especially when you’re working inside of a small kitchen together.
The two of us were hard at work, like busy little bees, setting, cleaning, and cooking, when my mom suddenly called out for me from the other room. She was trying to decide on a particular table setting. Only I didn’t quite hear what she said.
And here’s how that conversation worked out.
Mom: “Hey, Meleah.”
Me: “Yeah?”
Mom: “I think we should use these plates for the Hors D’oeuvres. What do you think?”
Me: “Um… You want me to do WHAT? With WHORES OVARIES?”
Yeah.
Clearly, I need to have my ears checked.
Because it really might be time for a hearing aid.
And this isn’t the first time I’ve heard something wrong. And I’m sure it will not be the last.
This is exactly how conversations go in our house – ALL the time. We’ve never discussed whores ovaries though :))
LOLZ!
And my mind hears “Whores Ovaries” in Gamma Ev’s voice…
I am thinking you guys must have some interesting conversations for you to think your mother was asking about whores ovaries,you have me laughing too hard.
BAhahHAhHAhhAHAHah! YES!
🙂
What?
The Father has always called them ‘horse ovaries.’ And yes, he FINALLY got hearing aids a bit ago. 😉
Exactly.
🙂
At our house, no one would be surprised to have Hors D’oeuvres actually called Whores Ovaries. That would be exactly some of our brand of “trying to be funny”. For the most part…people hope to lose their hearing in our family. It makes it easier when you have an excuse not to hear all the nonsense.
That is too funny! I can totally picture your bustling scene!
Keep in mind that hearing aides would take all the fun out of your conversations….
Do they taste good on a cracker?
Do they whet the appetite or are they really filling? Do they go well with white or red wine? How about with beer?
What the heck are whores ovaries and how do I get some?
Hahaha. Those ovaries might be quite tasty…..LOL.
With the way you two have perfected the art of entertaining, I’m sure you could make even whores’ ovaries look like a delicacy.
HA!
True!
I think so!
LOLZ
lolz
HAhahaHAhHAHhaha!
Around here we used to call them Horse Derves. And I won’t even discuss how we refer to condiments. You don’t need a hearing aide. You mom just needs to shout louder. Isn’t that how it’s supposed to work?
Yes! You’re right. She should just talk louder!
ha! i totally would have said/thought something else and known my mom was mistaken. my mom speaks loudly and speak very softly. usually we end up hanging up the phone cause we’re frustrated with each other.
AHAHHAhHHhHH!
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