We’re Turning Into a Pair of Old Fogeys

Earlier this summer, Mr. B, BD and I went to Nashville to visit HS and LDIL. We loaded the five of us into the aptly named Fit, and wandered around town.

At one point, Mr. B pulled into a parking lot. Maybe it was the steep grade at the entrance and maybe it was the fact that we had three people in the backseat, but the car bottomed out. The scraping noise was not exactly music to our ears.

Despite having our children and future daughter-in-law in the car, Mr. B and I both let loose with an expletive at the same moment.

He: “Jiminy Christmas!”

Me: “Golly gee willikers!”

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5 Comments

  1. Lisa
    Posted August 12, 2008 at 6:45 pm | Permalink

    Well..s*** does happen! hehe

  2. Thumper
    Posted August 13, 2008 at 2:03 pm | Permalink

    Well now…Bluegrass Mama Gone Wild. Next thing you know you’ll be saying things like “Oh my stars!” and “Goodness gracious!” You might want to pace yourself, tho…

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  3. Busy Mom
    Posted August 13, 2008 at 2:19 pm | Permalink

    You two are going straight to heck for that.

  4. Liz
    Posted August 14, 2008 at 11:38 am | Permalink

    My eyes…oh, how they burn!

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  5. Ranger
    Posted August 15, 2008 at 10:23 am | Permalink

    Strong language from Bluegrass country . . . wow, I’m impressed.

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