Don’t Drop Your Blob, Tarnation, Sam Hill, Peanut Butter.
1. I like to say “Don’t drop your blob.” By that, I mean, basically, Don’t have a cow. I think I say it because it sounds a little gross. And British. The British can get away with sayings things like that. Like bangers and mash. Or spotted dick.
This reminds me of an old British joke…
One day, when her husband had gone off to work at the Parliament, this Brits-woman has three of her lovers come over to sport her royally in bed. Her husband came home early and walked right on in the bedroom to see her with the three men. He gasped and said, “‘Allo, ‘allo, ‘allo!” And the wife says, hands on her hips, “Aren’t you going to say hello to me?”
…which is a much funnier joke when told by Michael Caine.
2. What’s tarnation?
I ask because I was about to leave a blog comment and say, “What in tarnation…?” but then I realized that I don’t know what tarnation is. So instead, I typed, “What the Sam Hill…?” but then I realized that I don’t know who Sam Hill was or is. So I googled them. But by then, I forgot what I was going to say.
3. Besos decided to have an English muffin for breakfast on Saturday. She asked where I kept the peanut butter and I told her. A short while later, I looked up when I heard Besos making a weird guttural noise. She was standing at the kitchen counter with half a peanut-buttered English muffin in her hand. Her mouth was wide open and her eyebrows were furrowed together. She reached over and picked up the jar of peanut butter and made a loud noise before walking over to the trash can, popping it open and leaning over to let the offending material drop from her mouth. She grabbed the jar of peanut butter and held it out to me.
It expired in May.
May 2008.
How’d that get in there?
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Just a random attorney writing about daily life with Little Filthy, my rotten dog.
October 26th, 2009 at 8:52 pm
There is an explanation for that………
Little Filthy hid it so that the his owner and house guests wouldn’t get into it.
Problem is, that the little monster forgot where he hid it.
See ? That wasn’t so difficult. Like a fart, just blame it on the dog……..
October 27th, 2009 at 1:29 am
Because I grew up in Ireland and read a lot of English chick-lit I use a lot of British-isms. I don’t think I’ve ever heard “don’t drop your blob” before though. It sounds suspiciously like something we’d say to someone in labor.
Tarnation: The act or process of damnation or reprobation; Hell
Does peanut butter spoil? I guess it does, given the weird, gutteral noise. Ew. Don’t feed that to Little Filthy. (not that I think you would.) -gag-
October 27th, 2009 at 7:41 am
I wish *I* had an english muffin right now.
October 27th, 2009 at 8:20 am
Wait wait Now just wait a minute!
Peanut butter expires?
I just made a mental note.
October 27th, 2009 at 10:12 am
1. Blob sounds like clobber.
2. Blob is, therefore, an excellent word.
3. Think THE BLOB. Very Steve McQueen. 50s. Diners.
4. Have you been giving LF expired peanut butter??
5. A blob, from the 50s?
October 27th, 2009 at 10:22 am
Um, not to mention LF just had her mug planted in it? Did’nt she see that post?
October 27th, 2009 at 3:14 pm
Peanut Butter expires? I better check the pantry! I learn something new everyday from you RE!
October 27th, 2009 at 4:45 pm
Yeah…like 2008 is so long ago. Jeesh what a wuss.
October 27th, 2009 at 5:56 pm
How about ‘clotted cream’. That falls into the category of things I can’t eat based solely on their name.
October 28th, 2009 at 11:13 am
I don’t know who Michael Caine or Sam Hill are, or what tarnation means.
That reminds me, this morning while in the shower I randomly thought of a name. Its a name I’ve heard before. I wondered why I thought about it and if it meant something or had some kind of hidden message or something. So I decided I’d google it. Except I just now remembered thinking I would google it, but now don’t remember the name.
Susan… about the labor thing! The first thing I thought of when I read blob was… mucus plug. Haha!