Posted by Andy on August 10th, 2011, under "MY WIFE JUST SAID..."
17 Responses to “My Wife Just Said… #22”
“ye, call me back when you hear this message”…
Lack of sleep makes for hilarious conversation!
A never ending stream of hilarity cascading over mountains of irony in a roaring waterfall of comedic froth.
I can relate to doing this hahaha
Ah, the joys of new mom exhaustion. I’m not so bad now, but I can even remember creating ‘new’ words out of sleep deprivation. Good times!
Good times, indeed! Lizzie makes up new words, but her use of “what’s his teeth” “thingy” “whatchamacallit” and so forth is Olympic. I just stare when she asks, “Can you get the thingy from my thingy and give it to what’s his teeth with the thingy?”
It’s like some kind of conversational Mad Libs. Maybe more like Insane Libs, but it always makes me smile or laugh.
LOL. you are definitely supposed to be able to decode that. and when you hit your fourth kid you’re also supposed to know who “whatsitsface” is that you are supposed to get the thingy for:)
It’s hereditary in my family. I remember my dad saying,”Go in the, uh, other room, and get me the uh, thing off the watchamacalit.” As we were in the driveway working on the car, and he gestured vaguely to the left in the direction of the kitchen, I knew this translated to, “Go in the kitchen and get me the crescent wrench off the washing machine.” Then I found out its called “anomia” when you forget the names of things, and its a symptom of ADD. And parenthood, lol.
Ha ha! Anomia sounds like ammonia, which probably produces the former if you breath enough of it. I don’t know about the whole ADD thing, I was never really good at math.
I totally do this to my husband and he just looks at me until I realize what I just said and at least try to be more descriptive if my sleep deprived brain won’t supply me with the appropriate vocabulary. Much less grammar.
Expecting my 2nd at the end of October. Sleepless nights here I come again!
Sew a seatbelt in your bed and buckle up. It’s going to be a bumpy ride. Again.
Parenting fries many a brain cell. My husband and I text. A lot. In the same room.
I’ll go with that. I’ll say my kids have given me brain damage in a heart beat.
P.S. Texting in the same room is crazy and amazing. Cramazing.
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