I'm still mortified, but other people will find this funny: This weekend I was cleaning out my recently deceased uncle's storage unit with my Mom, uncle, and 2 cousins. There were boxes and boxes of unlabeled stuff to sort through. I found endearing things - a letter he'd written to my grandfather talking about me being born! Cassette tapes of him interviewing my great-grandmother! But I also found an entire box of dildos, and when I shrieked upon opening it, I had to say the phrase "an entire box of dildos" to MY MOM.
"Liked" is really not a strong enough reaction button to push, but it was the best one available. This has real potential for becoming one of those classic family stories..
My inappropriate (ish) laugh of the week: My 16 year old son, my husband, and I were watching football when my son noted that the player they were showing on TV was #69 and laughed. My husband deadpanned "why is that number funny" and my sweetly gullible golden retriever son was like "wait, you don't know what 69 means?". My husband continued to pretend all to convincingly that he didn't ... which led to my son saying "okay, well, I guess I can explain it. Now, you know what oral sex is, right?..."
I was dying laughing that he got through an ENTIRE (mostly accurate) description without my husband cracking.
I can hear your mom roaring with laughter about being a ghost. She is one of the funnest and funniest people I have ever known. And you are so much like her so keep on laughing and sharing your wit, humor and even sorrow.
This is such a lovely post. I wrote this week about one of my own inappropriate laughs with my sister years ago. She was having an allergic reaction and my aunt asked if she was choking. My sister said “No, I’m serious.” She and I laughed and then laughed even more when our aunt yelled, “This is no laughing matter!”
It reminds me of the Whose Line is it Anyway episode where the ladies are doing the sound effects but keep saying “oooooooh” and finally Colin or Ryan says “there’s a ghost somewhere around here.”
I want a seven-episode Netflix series about what these women think sound effects are I AM CRYING with laughter. Frantically trying to get the seatbelt to click: JUST TIE IT IN A KNOT.
This is such a good thread, so full of love and tears and the healthiest laughs. I’m sorry not sorry for all the times growing up that I took such pleasure in making my sister laugh at inopportune times. Sending a big hug.♥️
She would have ran into everything and cry laughed and then retold it infinite times, never being able to get the end of the story out because of more cry laughing. ❤️
Your mama is a force. I will always think of her that way. Loving, funny and remarkably talented. Life handed her a lot and she always made something beautiful of it. She would have loved the ghost costume for sure. Laughter is a gift. And sister laughter is remarkable for sure! Love to you Kathleen and to all of Deb's beloveds.
After my (very favorite) aunt’s funeral, some distant (deeply southern Baptist, wholly intolerant) cousins stopped me to ask how I was doing, and the only thing I could think to say was a story of how our neighbor (a middle aged man who lived next door with his wife, who had gotten to know my aunt bc she was over at our house so much) had knocked on the door the night before and asked me if I wanted to come sit on his back porch and have a beer and smoke a joint with him. Oh, I laughed so hard telling this story. My audience was HORRIFIED. A MAN had asked me to DO WHAT?! 🤣
I still don’t know why that was what my brain decided was appropriate to share, but I sure did. (This was also the same aunt who had requested “Time Marches On” by Tracy Lawrence to be played at her funeral, so we did. The story in the song hits deeply close to my aunt/mom/uncle/grandparents life situations and my sister and I were HYSTERICAL at how fucking inappropriate it felt to be listening to a song talk about a stoner brother and a philandering father and a promiscuous sister, but there we were. Sometimes I hope there really is some kind of heaven just because I really hope she saw how nuts it all was 😂
I'm still mortified, but other people will find this funny: This weekend I was cleaning out my recently deceased uncle's storage unit with my Mom, uncle, and 2 cousins. There were boxes and boxes of unlabeled stuff to sort through. I found endearing things - a letter he'd written to my grandfather talking about me being born! Cassette tapes of him interviewing my great-grandmother! But I also found an entire box of dildos, and when I shrieked upon opening it, I had to say the phrase "an entire box of dildos" to MY MOM.
Michelle, this brings me an overwhelming amount of joy. I would have absolutely disintegrated ON THE SPOT.
"Liked" is really not a strong enough reaction button to push, but it was the best one available. This has real potential for becoming one of those classic family stories..
My inappropriate (ish) laugh of the week: My 16 year old son, my husband, and I were watching football when my son noted that the player they were showing on TV was #69 and laughed. My husband deadpanned "why is that number funny" and my sweetly gullible golden retriever son was like "wait, you don't know what 69 means?". My husband continued to pretend all to convincingly that he didn't ... which led to my son saying "okay, well, I guess I can explain it. Now, you know what oral sex is, right?..."
I was dying laughing that he got through an ENTIRE (mostly accurate) description without my husband cracking.
I love both of them
This is so funny, but also “you know what oral sex is, right?” is so cute, it made me tear up. (I have an almost 16yo.)
Also, I love you and I love that you have your sister to laugh with and I love how much you love your mom.
I can hear your mom roaring with laughter about being a ghost. She is one of the funnest and funniest people I have ever known. And you are so much like her so keep on laughing and sharing your wit, humor and even sorrow.
THANK YOU- I feel entirely justified by this encouragement. She'd have loved it, right? Thanks for sharing this, Sandra. xoxo
This is such a lovely post. I wrote this week about one of my own inappropriate laughs with my sister years ago. She was having an allergic reaction and my aunt asked if she was choking. My sister said “No, I’m serious.” She and I laughed and then laughed even more when our aunt yelled, “This is no laughing matter!”
“No I’m serious” 😂😂😂😂😂
It reminds me of the Whose Line is it Anyway episode where the ladies are doing the sound effects but keep saying “oooooooh” and finally Colin or Ryan says “there’s a ghost somewhere around here.”
Love this and you.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I-JmHehRGF0 I AM CRYING (IN THE GOOD WAY)
I want a seven-episode Netflix series about what these women think sound effects are I AM CRYING with laughter. Frantically trying to get the seatbelt to click: JUST TIE IT IN A KNOT.
This is such a good thread, so full of love and tears and the healthiest laughs. I’m sorry not sorry for all the times growing up that I took such pleasure in making my sister laugh at inopportune times. Sending a big hug.♥️
sorry not sorry- exactly
She would have ran into everything and cry laughed and then retold it infinite times, never being able to get the end of the story out because of more cry laughing. ❤️
yep, yep.
Your mama is a force. I will always think of her that way. Loving, funny and remarkably talented. Life handed her a lot and she always made something beautiful of it. She would have loved the ghost costume for sure. Laughter is a gift. And sister laughter is remarkable for sure! Love to you Kathleen and to all of Deb's beloveds.
This made in cry, in the good way. Thank you for seeing her.
That pic of you and your mom is 👌
Thanks Kate ♥️
Your mom would love it!
Thanks, Heather.
I always love reading your writing Kathleen!
Thanks so much ♥️♥️
After my (very favorite) aunt’s funeral, some distant (deeply southern Baptist, wholly intolerant) cousins stopped me to ask how I was doing, and the only thing I could think to say was a story of how our neighbor (a middle aged man who lived next door with his wife, who had gotten to know my aunt bc she was over at our house so much) had knocked on the door the night before and asked me if I wanted to come sit on his back porch and have a beer and smoke a joint with him. Oh, I laughed so hard telling this story. My audience was HORRIFIED. A MAN had asked me to DO WHAT?! 🤣
I still don’t know why that was what my brain decided was appropriate to share, but I sure did. (This was also the same aunt who had requested “Time Marches On” by Tracy Lawrence to be played at her funeral, so we did. The story in the song hits deeply close to my aunt/mom/uncle/grandparents life situations and my sister and I were HYSTERICAL at how fucking inappropriate it felt to be listening to a song talk about a stoner brother and a philandering father and a promiscuous sister, but there we were. Sometimes I hope there really is some kind of heaven just because I really hope she saw how nuts it all was 😂