Reagan-isms ---
I'm shtir-shtee! = I'm thirsty!
Mystery Steak (or sometimes "Miss-aree" Steak) = Mississippi State
"You better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pouch, I'm tellin' you why, Santa Claus is comin' to town. He knows you while your awake. He knows you while your sleeping, so you better be good for misery steak!"
It's raining, I need my sunbrella!
Groggily waking up one morning , Reagan notices I am dressed and asks, "Why you not wearing a belt?" I guess she is going to branch out into the Fashion Police, in addition to being a member of the Stink Police.
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I have to tell at least one Riley story, so I will draw upon the past. When he was four we were playing "football" according to Riley's rules. I had to touch the fence while carrying the ball to score A point. When Riley got the ball, he did the same and declared, "Twenty points for me!" When I protested that I only got one point for the same play, he informed me, "Those are the rules!"
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By the way, the Butcher of the English language is walking on two feet now. Her foot is better, but she still limps a little. I guess she pulled a muscle and it is gradually getting better, and I am thankful!
Thursday, November 29, 2007
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