As I sit here at the computer drinking a beer, I find myself staring at the bottle and am reminded of a half-remembered conversation.
At my sister’s inurnment, a few family members from out of town made it in. One, an older cousin*, brought along his girlfriend**. After the service, one of the family friends who lived in the area opened their home for a wake…food, beer, talk.
Still not sure how I felt about the whole sister thing, I decided to enjoy a beer…or three***. During a lull in the discussion at the table, I perused the label and noticed the government warning:
WARNING: Consuming beer if pregnant can cause birth defects.
I read it out loud, sighed, and said, “Well, I don’t think I’m pregnant, but what the heck, I’ll take the chance…I’m drinking it.”
Cousin’s Girlfriend immediately shook her head solemnly, ‘tsk tsk’-ed, and said, “Oh, your poor, unborn, crippled child.”
She’s going to fit right in with this family.
This makes more sense to me...and makes more sense.
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*Actually, he’s the one who gave me the nickname “The Kid” a long time ago. My brother and two cousins living next door were about the same age. Me? 9 years younger and a pain in the butt…okay, not much has changed, other than adding “Gnu” to the front end of “Kid”.
**Guess they’re getting pretty serious if she’s coming along to family funerals, huh?
***Hey, I wasn’t driving.
Tags: beer is liquid bread, breakfast of champions, fits right in, smartass rejoinder
The Wilds of Ohio 
June 8, 2010 at 05:07 |
Always reassuring to have a good rapport with partners of extended family.
June 8, 2010 at 07:59 |
excellent.
At least you didn’t want hit her over the head with your empty bottle.
June 8, 2010 at 09:00 |
*giggles* knuckle children….*snort*
June 9, 2010 at 03:54 |
that explains it.
June 9, 2010 at 09:10 |
Jeez, would it kill you to get a simple blood test to make sure you aren’t pregnant before you start with the drinking?
June 9, 2010 at 14:18 |
What nonsense! My dad drank all the time when he was pregnant with me and I turned out just fine.
June 9, 2010 at 21:01 |
mitzi – it was the first time i actually saw that she could fit in the group. until then? i thought she was stuffed shirt.
stephanie – well, i was relying on my cousin to drive me back to the airport, so i had to be on good behavior with his girlfriend.
daisyfae – those are the only kind i need right now, thank you very much.
dolce – ummm… that “it” is wide open to interpretation. care to elaborate before i make erroneous assumptions and insert my foot in my mouth?
dennis – i hate needles! and i like living life on the edge. a risk taker.
kyknoord – while we could open a lively debate amongst my readers as to whether or not you actually did turn out “just fine”, your point is well taken. therefore, “Cheers!”