lady-like behavior, that is... not me
one of the things that annoys my mother more than anything, wait, let me rephrase... more than ANYTHING, is burping out loud. i am a pro at keeping it quiet and to myself, but let me just say...
i belch better than any pre-, during-, or post- pubescent boy in the world. and my mother knows this and is not/NOT fond of this at all. the problem is, coke is the catalyst of champions and i am quite fond of the brown liquid of the gods. and let me just say, there is nothing more satisfying than belching like homer simpson after a swig of coke.
so the other day, before the christmas festivities can begin, i had to run to my mothers to pick up a platter and drop off something to her house. i grabbed a coke and out came a beuatiful and extraordinarily unlady-like belch. my mother looked like she was forced to eat fire as someone scratched their nails down a chalkboard. i looked at her and apologized.
she rolled her eyes, took a deep breath and then sighed, "uh huh."
my father had just walked into the kitchen with a big smile on his face, "that's my girl."
"joe, don't encourage her."
who needs encouragement? i didn't know the goal was to make me a lady. ; )
i belch better than any pre-, during-, or post- pubescent boy in the world. and my mother knows this and is not/NOT fond of this at all. the problem is, coke is the catalyst of champions and i am quite fond of the brown liquid of the gods. and let me just say, there is nothing more satisfying than belching like homer simpson after a swig of coke.
so the other day, before the christmas festivities can begin, i had to run to my mothers to pick up a platter and drop off something to her house. i grabbed a coke and out came a beuatiful and extraordinarily unlady-like belch. my mother looked like she was forced to eat fire as someone scratched their nails down a chalkboard. i looked at her and apologized.
she rolled her eyes, took a deep breath and then sighed, "uh huh."
my father had just walked into the kitchen with a big smile on his face, "that's my girl."
"joe, don't encourage her."
who needs encouragement? i didn't know the goal was to make me a lady. ; )
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For some reason, Charlotte's very favorite Xmas movie is Elf, and no scene will reduce her to tears faster than when Will Ferrel downs a 2-liter of Coke in one gulp, then belches nonstop for about 30 seconds.
So next time, just pop that scene into your ipod, show it to your mom, and tell her that it could have been worse.