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Fine. And not.
I say 'we should' too. Monday I decided it was time to address the we-overusage and it was laughable, the conversation. He defensive, me clamming up, him trying not to be defensive, me trying to meet in the middle, resolution, then a frank discussion of everything 'we' needed to do to get ready for our trip next week. Shit. What the hell? I couldn't stop saying it.
We need to fix a thingy for the chicken coop to make it easier for the chicks to get out in the morning.
We need to call someone to feed the gerbils.
We should prepare to stain the deck when we get home.
We blah blah blaahhhbity blah blah hell junk piece of shit blahbity blah.
Okay, fine. Let's just say, sometimes 'We' can be an effective conversation starter. Sometimes it's fine to be vague about a task that needs gettin' at, but nobody wants anything to do (read: finding a new home for our noisy dirty-ever-crapping parakeets).
On another note, I sprained my LCL badly yesterday. Add this to the growing list of injuries incurred this year - injuries that can't be laughed off with a long pull at an ice-cold IPA. In fact right now I'm printing out rehab exercises that I'll have to do on vacation next week. I'm falling apart this month and it's making my stomach sour. Body, what's wrong with you? What have I not done for you lately?? Sure, I'm getting older, but the number and severity of injuries this spring and summer is Shock and Awe instead of Going Gentle into the Night. It's a real bummer, dude. But at least I have a soft baby.
We need to fix a thingy for the chicken coop to make it easier for the chicks to get out in the morning.
We need to call someone to feed the gerbils.
We should prepare to stain the deck when we get home.
We blah blah blaahhhbity blah blah hell junk piece of shit blahbity blah.
Okay, fine. Let's just say, sometimes 'We' can be an effective conversation starter. Sometimes it's fine to be vague about a task that needs gettin' at, but nobody wants anything to do (read: finding a new home for our noisy dirty-ever-crapping parakeets).
On another note, I sprained my LCL badly yesterday. Add this to the growing list of injuries incurred this year - injuries that can't be laughed off with a long pull at an ice-cold IPA. In fact right now I'm printing out rehab exercises that I'll have to do on vacation next week. I'm falling apart this month and it's making my stomach sour. Body, what's wrong with you? What have I not done for you lately?? Sure, I'm getting older, but the number and severity of injuries this spring and summer is Shock and Awe instead of Going Gentle into the Night. It's a real bummer, dude. But at least I have a soft baby.
posted by Mignon at 7:27 AM
*cringe* that looks painful. Hoping you have a smooth recovery.
My husband and I have a running joke when either of us says a "we" that's not really a "we": "What's this 'we'? You got a rat in your pocket?"
In our house, "we" means the husband - not me.
Bummer about your knee - good to read you again...I've been on Mars or something.
In my house, it's "tenemos que..." which is "we have to..." and it always means "it's about time YOU (The Husband) fixed..." + whatever little repair job has been bugging me for weeks. Or months. (If years have gone by, I just learn to live with the fact that I will have to use a fifty-foot extension cord to use the iron because that plug is never getting fixed.)
You know what? Soft babies rule. Thanks for the reminder. It was much-needed, as I nurse my cheekbone shiner.
Hey, stumbled here and like the vibe! Sorry about your injury. I broke my foot last year and I swear by Bromelain- it's a supplement, a cheap enzyme that is a potent antiinflammatory and really helps the body heal. I hope you manage to enjoy your vaca, with your sweet babe.