Crazy Shit Your Parents Did
In which Maureen recalls her childhood understanding of Greenwich Mean Time

Mo: (referring to a TV character unclear on the concept of GMT) Yeah, that’s what I thought, too.

Me: About what?

Mo: Greenwich Mean Time. I knew it originated in Greenwich, England, and set the standard for time all over the world.

Me: But?

Mo: But I thought it was called “mean” time because the English were very serious about the accuracy of their time pieces.

Me:

Mo: I just remember thinking, “Wow. When it comes to time, those Brits do not fuck around.”

In which Maureen recalls her childhood understanding of Greenwich Mean Time

Mo: (referring to a TV character unclear on the concept of GMT) Yeah, that’s what I thought, too.

Me: About what?

Mo: Greenwich Mean Time. I knew it originated in Greenwich, England, and set the standard for time all over the world.

Me: But?

Mo: But I thought it was called “mean” time because the English were very serious about the accuracy of their time pieces.

Me:

Mo: I just remember thinking, “Wow. When it comes to time, those Brits do not fuck around.”

Tonight’s Dinner Conversation
Me: So anyway, there was so much bird shit on my car, it was like they had a vendetta out for me or something.
Mo: So did you wash it?
Me: I had to. It was ridiculous. And not only that, there was a ton of tree pollen crap all over it, too. And washing it wasn’t even enough to get it clean. I had to pick out the little tree pollen things out of the wiper blades. You know, between the blade itself and the wiper arm? They get stuck in there. And in the vents, too.
Mo: You know what that makes you, right?
Me: What?
Mo: Fastidious.
Me:
Mo: What?
Me: Nothing.
Mo: What.
Me: Um, I believe it’s pronounced “fas-TID-i-ous.” Not “fas-TIDGE-ous.”
Mo: <smiles>
Me: Shut up.

Tonight’s Dinner Conversation

Me: So anyway, there was so much bird shit on my car, it was like they had a vendetta out for me or something.

Mo: So did you wash it?

Me: I had to. It was ridiculous. And not only that, there was a ton of tree pollen crap all over it, too. And washing it wasn’t even enough to get it clean. I had to pick out the little tree pollen things out of the wiper blades. You know, between the blade itself and the wiper arm? They get stuck in there. And in the vents, too.

Mo: You know what that makes you, right?

Me: What?

Mo: Fastidious.

Me:

Mo: What?

Me: Nothing.

Mo: What.

Me: Um, I believe it’s pronounced “fas-TID-i-ous.” Not “fas-TIDGE-ous.”

Mo: <smiles>

Me: Shut up.

As Mo and I were watching Thomas Langmann accept the Oscar for Best Picture&#8230;
Me: That guy reminds me of&#8230;
Mo: Peter Lorre
Me: Peter Lorre
Mo: &lt;smiles&gt;
Me: I love being married to you.

As Mo and I were watching Thomas Langmann accept the Oscar for Best Picture…

Me: That guy reminds me of…

Mo: Peter Lorre

Me: Peter Lorre

Mo: <smiles>

Me: I love being married to you.

December 18, 2011

I think Mo has made considerable progress since the last video. Stay tuned. In the next installment, we shall unveil Maureen’s killer one-handed backhand. You read that right: One-handed, baby.

Maureen (cruising past the TV): So, they&#8217;re letting girls play now? It&#8217;s about time.

Maureen (cruising past the TV):
So, they’re letting girls play now? It’s about time.

In which Mo, with some success, attempts to whack my iPhone with a tennis ball.

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