In one of Lori’s recent comments, she said:
It’s funny how certain sentences just stick in your head from so many years ago.
I thought about that, and boy is it true! I know there are several that I remember very well, and I’m thinking about sharing some of them here.
One from my childhood:
One hot summer day, Wendy, our dog, was sitting in the shade. I attempted to commend her for her wise choice, and chose to do so with an accent. What kind of accent, and why, I don’t know, but it started out like this:
“Schmart dog!” (Instead of “Smart dog.”)
I went on to say “You sit in the shade.” But after you’ve added a “sch” to “smart” and at the same time you’re getting ready to say the word “shade”…well, “sit” just kind of gets all caught up in all those “sh” and “sch” sounds, and even though I had no intention of saying this, this is what came out of my mouth:
“Schmart dog! You shit in the shade!”
Now, to a nine or ten year old kid who has just accidentally cursed, this is no end of embarrassment…or humor. And I have never forgotten it.
One from Mary’s childhood:
When Mary was about three or four, it was amazing how nothing that happened was ever her fault. The epitome of this was best expressed when one day she clumsily walked into a wall, began to cry, and proclaimed:
“The wall made a lump and bumped me!”
Honestly.
And most recently:
When I visited Barbara and John last month, they reminded me of how, about ten years ago, when asked how I felt about turning forty, I said, “I don’t mind being forty, I just don’t want to be FAT and forty.” They have always thought this was hysterical.
When they asked me recently how I felt about turning fifty, my reply was the same (with the word “fifty” replacing the word “forty.”) This is not one that I particularly remember, but they get such a kick out of it, every ten years or so, that I thought it was worth mentioning. (Hey, do you think there’s any chance I might reach sixty and be NOT FAT?) 🙂
Now, one more that came up while visiting Barbara and John. They asked me what kind of guy Russ is. I said, “He’s not the perfect guy…but he’s the perfect guy for ME.” Barbara thought this was so profound. And actually, I guess it is. And also, so true.
Well, that’s all I can think of at the moment. If anyone has any sentences that have been stuck in their head all these years (like Lori’s memory of my brother John using karate on my brother James!) please feel free to share them. I would love to know.
