Thursday, October 16, 2008

This is where I get it from

I tend to put my foot in my mouth more often than not. I'm one of those people that can always be counted on to say the wrong thing at the right time and make an ass out of myself. If you're one of the people on whose blogs I randomly leave stupid comments that make no sense, then you may have already guessed this about me.

I recently read back one of the comments I left and wondered, "what the fuck was I talking about?". If I was wondering, I'm sure he was, too. On another lady's blog, I almost incited a riot when her sister wanted to kick my ass over an inappropriate comment I made about her daughter (that I thought was funny as hell, but her sister didn't get). I've actually decided to back off on the commenting so much because of these and a few other goofs, and especially not commenting while drinking. But that is not the reason for this post, just setting up the story that helps explain that I come by this honestly, it's in my DNA.

This is my mother's story, I'm just borrowing it.

After my parents divorced, my mother was still invited to all of my father's family's functions. My mother and her sister had sort of grown up with my father and his siblings and she counted my father's sister as one of her best friends. When my father started getting serious with the lady I call Bee, he decided he needed to introduce the two of them in a neutral setting. He took them both out to dinner.

My mother was understandably extremely nervous. My parents had been married for almost a quarter of a century, and she had never loved another man but my dad. She didn't date after the divorce, either. Now she was going to meet the woman my father was moving in with, a woman at least 10 years younger, and have to face this woman at every family function in the forseeable future.

They got to the restaurant and made nice-nice, small talk. My father can be charming when he wants to be. They ordered a round of drinks and continued chatting politely about nothing that mattered. My mother was still nervous, and slammed her first drink. My mother is not a big drinker. My father seemed very surprised by this and asked her if she was ready for another. Apparently my mother was just as surprised, because she looked at her empty in astonishment and replied, "Oh my, I think I have a glass in my hole".

This broke the ice for the rest of evening, and has become a classic example of the verbal dyslexia that runs rampant in the family.


LegalMist said...

tee hee. I absolutely love people that have "verbal dyslexia." It always lightens the mood.

Thanks for checking out my new blog. I'm honored that you liked it enough to sign up as a follower.

I'll be back to read yours quite a bit, too. I enjoyed your post about the Dead, and your photos are nice, too.

Dr Zibbs said...

Fancy you can put your foot in your mouth on my blog any day sweetie pie.

JoJo said...


I think, my friend, that you and I are related. I just use the "What can I say, I'm a Sagittarian born in the Year of the Dragon" excuse. My 2 best friends from high school are also foot in mouth people; both Sagittarian, one Year of the Dragon like me.

Feel free to open mouth and insert foot on my blog, or on FB. lol

Fancy Schmancy said...

Hi, legalmist, nice to meet ya. I'll be lurking over at your blog, maybe leaving random silly comments.

Zibbs, awww, thanks. I will. Sweetie pie. I love that.

jojo, I didn't you know you were a fellow Sag, that's awesome, our birthdays are coming up!

kate said...

Ha! That is a great story!! And I'm sooo glad I'm not the only one.

Last year, when my daughter was in first grade, I went to pick her up from school. Another (very proper) mother and I were discussing a play date and pick up times. I MEANT to ask "What time to you eat dinner?" Instead I asked "What time do you start drinking?"

Yes, I'm afraid I did.

Fancy Schmancy said...

Kate, that is laugh out loud funny. That is exactly what I do, in exactly the same situations.