Friday, 8 March 2013

It really comes to something when...

... I'm the sanest person in this household.   Mr G?   That man comes out with some bizarre stuff, on a daily basis.  It's getting bad.  Between you and me, I'm sure he's losing the plot.

In the car, driving to the supermarket, and we're listening to a Four Tops CD on the stereo.  My favourite song of theirs comes on, 'Walk Away Renée'.  If you're not familiar with it, it's quite a sad, heart-wrenching song.  So I turn up the volume a little, and start belting it out.

Me:  Just walk away Renée... You won't see me follow you back home.  The empty sidewalks on my block...

Mr G:  *Interrupts*  What did he sing then?  After 'Just walk away Renée'?

Me:   You won't see me follow you back home?

Mr G:  Oh.  That's what it was.  I've been singing the wrong words then, for years.

Me:  Well, as far as I'm concerned it's pretty obvious what he's singing.  *Pause*   Why?  What did you think he was singing?

Mr G:  *Shakes head*

Me:  Go on.  I won't laugh...

Mr G:  Just walk away Renée... You won't see me Zabadoobadoh...

Now, I've had four children.  And let me tell you, after 9 months of pregnancy - pelvic floor exercises weren't high on my list of things to do.  Alcohol was.  If they'd been called 'pelvic floor pastries' or 'pelvic floor cheesecake', I may have been more inclined.  Twas the inclusion of the word 'exercise' that alienated them for me.  My midwife's warning that I'd end up 'leaking like an 80 year old woman' whenever I sneezed, coughed, laughed or farted was no false prophecy.  And when your husband comes out with the word 'zabadoobadoh' - attributing it to the great Levi Stubbs?   I think I did all four simultaneously.  Then wet myself.

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    1. :-D If I didn't laugh, I'd cry... *sigh* lol

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  2. Oh my word . . . thanks for the belly laughs! I'm a new twitter follower from the weekend social blog hop. Looking forward to more giggles!

    Mary Catherine of Fun-A-Day!
    http://www.fun-a-day.com

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    1. Hello Mary Catherine :-) Thank you for following :-) Seriously, this is an everyday occurrence for me, and he's getting worse the older he gets. It could be a genuine worry, or I could just accept the hand I've been dealt and use it for the fantastic blog fodder it is... ;-)

      Your blog is wonderful! Genuinely! What fun! Makes me want to go back in time, but as that's not possible, I'm subscribing by email. I'm not the most inspirational of Mums (outside of the kitchen) so the nudge to do something will be brilliant :-)

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  3. bwuaaaaaaaahahahhahahahahahahhahhahahahahahahahahahahahah







    *pees a bit*

    yay for tena lady


    bwuahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

    I adore you, you loony <3

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    1. I think it's time I surrender, and accept - it's time for Tena. And I am being serious. I won't lie, it's not looking good...

      LOL!

      Love ya fellow simpleston! x <3 x

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  4. This is why you are so well suited and I'm gonna leave it there on that note! Love ya really gcat

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