We've had some complaints about our lack of posting these days (sorry, Mom), so here's a second item for today. Hopefully they'll tide you over for a while.
I really shouldn't be telling this one, because I only got it secondhand, but here's my impression of it. Last week Ruby called Grandma K------ on the phone to chat. Most of you know that my mom and dad live in a beautiful patch of country in rural Wisconsin, and animal sightings are quite common - deer, sandhill cranes, wild turkeys, coyotes. Well, Grandma K. was telling Ruby about the trouble they've been having lately with raccoons in their garden. The conversation went something like this:
Grandma: Every time it looks like the corn is going to be ready, we'll come out and a raccoon will have pulled it down off the stalk.
Ruby: Oh!
Grandma: What a naughty raccoon!
Ruby: Yeah . . . what a dumbass.
At this point Grandma asked for a clarification.
Grandma: What did you say?
Ruby [sheepishly]: Um . . . a bad word?
Momlissa said she's never heard Grandma laugh so hard in all the time she's known her.
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