It was Survival-of-the-Fittest hour in our living room. Dinner was history, the lunches were made, and I had unsuccessfully searched for wine.
My husband read in his favourite chair. I pfaffed on my laptop while William built another Lego zombie creation. Vivian hovered, clearly bored.
Before long, she enlisted William’s help and got us on board. Tonight’s game? A Q-and-A session brought to you by the letter “O”. One person peppered another with random questions; the victim had to answer everything with the long “O” sound.
Vivian and William started. I tried it. Then my husband put down his book.
“My turn to answer,” he said.
Vivian and William drilled him with questions. My dear husband (DH) fielded them better than a Major League player at a press conference.
This is how it went down:
VW: What’s your favourite season?
DH : Snow.
VW: Do you love your kids?
DH: Yo, yo.
VW: How are you feeling today?
DH: So so.
VW: What’s your favourite country?
DH: Burkina Faso
What’s your favourite sports team?
DH: Toronto.
VW: What’s Mommy’s name?
DH: She’s a ho.
I’m pretty sure he wasn’t referencing Santa.
One final confession: there were no more long “O”s (or short “O”s) that evening.
Fo’ sho’.
Your turn:
What are you plans for the weekend?
Please use the long “O” sound sound somewhere in your answer.
I will GO to meet my sister at a HOtel. 😉
Enjoy your time with you sis. I wish I could meet mine. She’s 800 miles away.
Soooooooooooooofa.
Pfaff? Isn’t that a brand of sewing machine?
Ha. It’s my favourite British word. Well, next to knackered and knickers and stroppy.
I wOn’t gO to the party hOsted in a hOtel ballroom If my Spanx hOse dOn’t fix my HO-ho look. Twinkies? OK. HO-HO’s? NO way.
Gloria, you never fail to crack me up!
We are gOnna gO to CaliforniO!
I think the title of your pOst was incorrect. It does not sound to me like a certain husband got away with insulting his spouse….
True enough. 🙂
GO SlOw!
HOlarious:)
Be a Wino 🙂
Cheers!
Lovvvveee this. Need to try that game!
I bet there wasn’t anything else to be had that night either, haha.
Ha. Well, there was sleep…
drink ’till I glow
I even made my husband read this pOst, I thought it was sO funny. He’s still laughing while telling me that, nO, he doesn’t think it’s funny at all… “thOugh” I did have to explain the long O, short o, comment at the end. At least the way I understand it. Hmmmm…. Cheers.
Trust me, Kim. You got it. 🙂
Thanks for the laugh, Leanne. Some hubbies would be his-tor-i-o if they gave the same response. 🙂
The fact that you can laugh about it and then write about it tells me one of two things:
1. DH is so awesome he can get away with anything.
or
2. DH is set for life but you can’t touch the money if he doesn’t die of natural causes.
would love to try this~~~
: )
Hilarious!