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...but where do the Woolish people live?
Sep. 23rd, 2012 04:02 pmParents came to visit again this weekend (is it just me, or does it seem like they're ALWAYS here? I'm starting to think I run a B&B...). Fortunately, they can be exceptionally entertaining, which makes up for it:
Mom [talking about the epic project of cleaning out my grandmother's house]: You wouldn't believe the nice suits I found. There's this one, it's tweed-ish -
Me [giggling]: Tweedish?
Mom: Yeah... What? Tweed-ish. It's tweed.
Dad [also laughing]: Do you have a lisp?
Mom [incredibly confused]: No...
Me: Tweed is fabric. Tweedish are people from Twee- [laughing too hard to finish]
Dad: From Tweeden!
[Dad and I break down in uncontrollable laughter.]
(I think my favorite part is that my dad caught on without my even having to say it. Of course, once we explained it to my mom, she found it funny, too, and then all three of us laughed so hard we cried.)
Mom [talking about the epic project of cleaning out my grandmother's house]: You wouldn't believe the nice suits I found. There's this one, it's tweed-ish -
Me [giggling]: Tweedish?
Mom: Yeah... What? Tweed-ish. It's tweed.
Dad [also laughing]: Do you have a lisp?
Mom [incredibly confused]: No...
Me: Tweed is fabric. Tweedish are people from Twee- [laughing too hard to finish]
Dad: From Tweeden!
[Dad and I break down in uncontrollable laughter.]
(I think my favorite part is that my dad caught on without my even having to say it. Of course, once we explained it to my mom, she found it funny, too, and then all three of us laughed so hard we cried.)
