Aunt Jane: Oh mah GAWD! They were setten on the grayond and I took a picture and when it came out - all you saw were these blue flaurs!!
Lisa: I'm sorry, what again?
Aunt Jane: What? The flaurs?
Lisa: Oh flares? Like road flares?
Me: I don't think so...
Lisa: Fliers? Flies? Wait, what?
Aunt Jane: Flaurs. Blue flaurs.
Me: Flowers?
Aunt Jane: Well, yes, that's what I said!
Lisa: Oh my God, that was flowers? There should be more syllables!
Aunt Jane: That's what we do in the South. We add them to some words and take them out of others. Like, "brush your hayer. hay-er. 2 syllables. Not hair. But Flowers? They're just flaurs."
Cut to me on the floor laughing because I was certain at this point that my father didn't understand one word that had been said for the prior 20 minutes between the both of them. Oddly enough, I think they understood each other really well.
Also during the stay, we talked a little history and politics and such. Not much, because I hear that kind of thing can ruin a family, but I was giggling when the subject of the Civil War came up and my father tried to zing Lisa by saying:
"The only thing you learned about our civil war and our history was through books!" to which she calmly replied that, indeed - so did he. Silly boy. As if he fought in the Civil War and learned that way. He looks good for being that old!
So, here's the family.

1 comment:
Wow. I could hear that in my head and it was hilarious.
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