Our weekend
So yesterday ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
qbear was acting very snippy, full of backtalk and such. So I say to him, “You’re awfully contrary today!”
And he replies, “No, I’m not! You are!”
* * *
Later, we’re in the car, traveling to the store to pick up some groceries, while listening to some CD of singer-songwriters. A song (“Society’s Child”) comes on, and I mention that it’s by Janis Ian, who we saw in person a few years ago at a gay and lesbian function.
“Pickled egg,” Jack says.
“What?” I ask. “Why did you say ‘pickled egg’?”
“I didn’t!” he protests. “I said, ‘Big ‘ol dyke!’”
* * *
So, this morning, I’m leaving, and I take a look in the shower, which is gleaming and purty now that I’ve taken the ScumBuster to it. “Isn’t it nice,” I askqbear, conveniently seated nearby.
Without blinking he breaks into song, to the tune of “Edelweiss” from The Sound of Music. This is what I remember:
“Scour out
Shower grout
Every morning I scrub thee
White as snow
So mold won’t grow
With ScumBuster I rub thee.”
I thought at first he was singing “Sour Kraut,” since I have a German background and maybe I have been a bit grumpy this weekend. And maybe he was. He hasn’t been enunciating that clearly, or maybe my ears haven’t been hearing well.
Pickled egg.
qbear was acting very snippy, full of backtalk and such. So I say to him, “You’re awfully contrary today!”And he replies, “No, I’m not! You are!”
* * *
Later, we’re in the car, traveling to the store to pick up some groceries, while listening to some CD of singer-songwriters. A song (“Society’s Child”) comes on, and I mention that it’s by Janis Ian, who we saw in person a few years ago at a gay and lesbian function.
“Pickled egg,” Jack says.
“What?” I ask. “Why did you say ‘pickled egg’?”
“I didn’t!” he protests. “I said, ‘Big ‘ol dyke!’”
* * *
So, this morning, I’m leaving, and I take a look in the shower, which is gleaming and purty now that I’ve taken the ScumBuster to it. “Isn’t it nice,” I ask
qbear, conveniently seated nearby.Without blinking he breaks into song, to the tune of “Edelweiss” from The Sound of Music. This is what I remember:
“Scour out
Shower grout
Every morning I scrub thee
White as snow
So mold won’t grow
With ScumBuster I rub thee.”
I thought at first he was singing “Sour Kraut,” since I have a German background and maybe I have been a bit grumpy this weekend. And maybe he was. He hasn’t been enunciating that clearly, or maybe my ears haven’t been hearing well.
Pickled egg.