I know that I have blogged a lot about how crazy this household can get at times. Today was no different. Well, it was a little
odd weird awkward this afternoon because of a conversation that just kind of evolved from nothing. Have you ever listened to a conversation that you know you shouldn’t be privy to? Have you ever been in a situation where you didn’t know if you even wanted to be part of the conversation? Right, then. You will understand the following.
We have been very happy to have Red’s old high school buddy visiting for the last three weeks from Utah. Grady left for the US in December, 2009 to live with his father and go to college and we haven’t seen him in two years, so this has been really exciting for us. Grady was part of the family and a resident on my couch for a year due to erm…let’s just say unstable home conditions. As you all know, to live in this house takes just the right amount of crazy and a good sense of humour. Grady excels in both.
I was just happily sitting here this afternoon reading away with the usual people coming and going around me until one conversation began which caused my ears to prick up like the Easter Bunny on steroids. I am not sure how the topic came up but all of a sudden there it was: nuts. I am not talking the Nobby’s kind either.
All of a sudden I realised I was outnumbered, being the only female in the room and feeling rather awkward. I could not contribute to a conversation like that. I wasn’t even sure that I wanted to be in the conversation but, it all seemed directed at me. Like I needed an education. I have no idea.
With Grady sitting on the couch, Bieber in the kitchen and my husband at the table here is how it all unfolded:
Grady: Remember when I hit Bieber in the balls with the tennis ball?
Bieber: Oh yeah God that hurt
Grady: Well, you were betting me I couldn’t hit you
Bieber: Well, I didn’t know you had such a good aim you [expletive]
Brief discussion about the gore in the film Immortals and then more talk about nuts.Everybody looking at me, explaining the excruciating pain that ensues.
Me: I am sorry, I cannot sympathise with you for obvious reasons.
Grady: It’s like…starts in your stomach and travels up and…heartburn…nausea…
Bieber: Like having a baby Mum I bet, [insert female anatomy comment] (I forgive him, he’s 12)
Me: You think?
Bieber: Oh right, you wouldn’t know, you had a c-section (Not forgiven)
Me: Thank goodness, we thought we were having a bowling ball for a baby
/denied and dismissed