This weekend The Mister and I went camping with some of our closest friends. Naturally we sat around the campfire and drank booze a great deal of the time, and you can probably imagine the conversations that ensued amongst our dumb asses. To wit:
Friend: What kind of tree is that? Is that an oak? An elm? I can't tell from this distance.
The Mister: It's an oak. Very tall, very straight. That's our family motto! "Be as the oak: strong and upright."
Me: Huh? Your family has its own motto?
The Mister: On my father's side, yes.
Me: A family motto! Wow. That's kind of hardcore.
The Mister: Well, your family might have one too. If they did, what do you think it would be?
Me: "Pass the gravy."
Friend: What kind of tree is that? Is that an oak? An elm? I can't tell from this distance.
The Mister: It's an oak. Very tall, very straight. That's our family motto! "Be as the oak: strong and upright."
Me: Huh? Your family has its own motto?
The Mister: On my father's side, yes.
Me: A family motto! Wow. That's kind of hardcore.
The Mister: Well, your family might have one too. If they did, what do you think it would be?
Me: "Pass the gravy."
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