The holiday weekend was one of the best yet, very little traffic anywhere we went, good food, and great company, all without a hitch. In lieu of that, here’s my New year’s resolution #1: lose the 7 pounds I gained gorging myself on cookies, cheese, wine, and the like. Yikes!
Now, I have to share with you something that happened over the weekend that I’m not likely to soon forget. On sunday, we went to my sister-in-law Mo’s house for dinner. Mo is a cook, and much to my thighs’ dismay, she’s really good at it. Anyway, Mike’s nephew Eddie was there, and since I’m about as juvenile as a 10 year old, I spent most of my time hanging out with the other kids instead of making small talk with the adults. Yeah, I know, I have a Peter Pan complex. Eddie and I were joking around, and I started tickling him. In the throes of tickleage, he blurted out, “I HOPE YOU GET PREGNANT!” as if to threaten me!!!! He could have said anything, but he said THAT… and I immediately backed off. He delved into my brain, took the most horrible thing I can imagine right now, and threw it back at me! I didn’t know what to do. I tried to let it slide, but I heard that phrase burning in my ears all evening. Those who heard him say it, were a little shocked, and he couldn’t understand what he said wrong. I know he didn’t say it to freak me out or get me mad, and I wasn’t mad, but it certainly got me to stop tickling him.
Here’s a picture of me and His Wierdness Edwardo moments before “the incident.” Scary huh?
