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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).

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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!
4:41 AM
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