Phrases for the (Satur)Day No. 2

But I'm not bitter, really.

You're not worth a plug nickel
What my mother often said when waking me up if I had slept longer than she thought I should.

You're burnin' day light
What my father often said when waking me up if I had slept longer than he thought I should.

Why, you're just playin' 'possom
What my father often said when waking me up if I had slept longer than he thought I should, and he was convinced that I was really awake and faking sleep

Why do you want to look like that when you could be pretty?
What my mother often said when I walked out the front door in my scruffy clothes. I had a favorite pair of jeans with both knees ripped out, and I liked wearing them to school with my velour sweat shirt (ahh, the 70s).

Comments

Ms Mac said…

Strangely enough, this sounds like we could have shared parents. And especially sounds like my father-in-law!

3:50 PM

Anonymous said…

I think a book could be written of "things our parents said to us" I often tell my kids what my parents use to say to me. They don't think it's quite as amusing as i do for some strange reason. I guess you have to be there.

Rich

8:01 PM

Rob7534 said…

A Velour Sweatshirt!? OMG! I LOVE THOSE! :)

Pic time!

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