My mom (Mary) is 89. My Aunt Bev is 90. Until a few months ago Aunt Bev would come to our house every Sunday for tea with Mary. Apparently I wrote down some of their conversations. I used to roll my eyes when Bev would pull in. Now I miss those conversations. Check back, as I remember them or they pop up in my Facebook feed I’ll share them with you.
Mom and Aunt Bev talking- AB: “I checked the date and it expired in January of 2009”. Mom: “umhm”. AB: “They were a little hard but I probably could have microwaved them”. Mom: “They were probably okay, just lost some flavor”. AB: “Well…I decided to throw them away” I have no idea what they were talking about but it just shows you the way those Yankee ladies think.
Mom: “I have a $20 gift certificate for the Pub. We should go.”
Aunt Bev: “How’s your week? Are you pretty booked? All I have is______ at 1 o’clock on Wednesday.”
Mom: “Well let me get my pocketbook and check. We’ll have to eat $20 dollars worth.”
Aunt Bev: “Some of it will include the tip.”
Mom: “How about Tuesday at quarter of 12?”
Aunt Bev: (gets out date book) “Tuesday at 11:45. Next we’ll have to use the one I have from Olive Garden. ____’s giving me a permanent on Saturday. I’m loosing my curl.”
and on and on…they crack me up.
Bev: “I went shopping at Hannafords yesterday.” Mom: “I go on Mondays and then again Friday after I have my hair done.” Bev: “You know those motorized carts they have with the baskets on the front?” Mom: “Yes, it’s always the men that drive them.” Bev: “It does seem that only the men use them.”
They have a way of saying the MEN like they are a different species or something.