Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Flatulence won't fill the tank.

I'm still a little bit lost in the past, thinking about my dad. And I just Blog Explosioned five blogs in a row all talking about the price of gas.

These things together reminded me of this:

When I was a little girl, Dad would often wink at Mom after dinner, and say "Now I've got gas; I guess I'll go out and sit on the car." And she would roll her eyes and say that HER family didn't talk like that.

And I would be all happy because, hey. Free gas for the car. Maybe we can get ice cream with the gas money now. I was glad MY family talked like that. Free was good.

I am more than a little bit embarassed to tell you that I was in the fifth grade before I realized what he was talking about.
Posted by Mamacita (The REAL one) @ 9:27 PM | |


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