My sister sent this to me. She’s a mom of four and can no doubt relate to this on levels that I can’t. But, I think it’s pretty darn funny. It’s pretty good for a laugh on a Sunday night. Actually, you’ve probably seen some of the short versions of this if you’ve been watching the olympics, but this version is better.
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My sister an I are taking a break from mom’s house and hanging out at a local coffee shop with our laptops. The place is called The Library and is filled with used books. When C settled into her comfy chair she pulled this one of the shelf next to her and said, “Really? Do you really think this should be a book?”
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A Date With Your Family!
I found this scary, but funny, 1950s education film via and article called 5 Tips For Dating Your Family. It’s worth a glance even if you don’t have time to watch the whole thing.
And if you’d like even more comedy about the squirmy thought of being on a date with your family, click on the article link, read the five tips, and then scroll down to the bottom to read the readers comments, such as:
“I broke all these rules. Yesterday after dinner my mom talked about pregnant teenagers or something, so I drunkenly yelled “DON’T PEOPLE GET ABORTIONS ANYMORE!?”
Silence.
Glare of death from my VERY catholic grandmother.”
~femme-bot
and:
“I don’t want to belong to my family, never mind date them.”
~PaintedTrollop
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Joyful!? I intended for this part of the title to come off as ironic to those who know me well. I’m highly particular and resistant to change in most things. I switch my socks back and forth several times every single morning before I’m satisfied with their fit.
As for the Housewife part, I’m hopeless, just hopeless when it comes to keeping house. So the tagline which follows the title is quite apt: Domestic Bliss, Eventually. I hope to live up to this manifesto as I post to this blog in the days ahead. I suffer from Chronic Disorganization Syndrome, so this should be interesting.
