Speaking of dirty, this weekend the dude and I picked strawberries which the dude then turned into jam and sorbet. His sorbet rocks my world. Seriously, I normally wouldn't say that about sorbet; I'm an ice cream kind of girl. Anyway, while he was making it, he asked if we had chambord; it turns out this is one of the things we took from my parents' house. (We didn't drive it over state lines. Promise.) He wondered aloud if we would ever use chambord again, so I googled drink recipes containing chambord, as you do. If you follow that link, I am warning you some of the names aren't fit for family hour. The one we decided we wanted to try was a Purple Mother-f'er. We were going to serve it at Sunday dinner, but we can't even say "m-f'er" in front of the 10 year old. (We are now forbidden from being gross, dirty, or otherwise inappropriate in front of the kids. As if they're not learning this shit at school like the rest of us did!) So the dude suggested we call it a Purple Oedipus. And now you know why I love him so much.
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The Dude is brilliant! Purple Oedipus, indeed.
Bravo!
Hot Damn!
I've GOT to get me some of this stuff. Just to shock the parents.
Ha! Love the names.
Smiles - Denise
Purple Oedipus. Awesome. The Dude is the man!
You obviously bring out the best in him!
Yep, we do see why you love the dude! Heck, we love him, too!
And yes, the kids are learning it all very early. My oldest son Matt dropped the "F" bomb very appropriately when he fell, straddling the bathtub at age 6 1/2. I asked where he heard it and of course, it was at school. After that, it was a free for all at our house! Just kidding, of course.....
Quote: Purple Oedipus.
The Dude gets a cookie for that one!
Brilliant! By the way, how was the Purple Oedipus?
Wow I won something..Thank you!
Sent you an email yesterday, hope you got it.
I love intelligent humor. Also, as for them learning at school, we were all watching Wipeout yesterday and a guy got nailed in the jewels. Josh turned to me and said "that's the guts, right? Right between the legs is the guts." I told him no, your guts are inside. Then I told him it was the testicles. He said no, that's not right, and I told him there were other things to call them, but I wasn't going to be the one to teach him.
Apparently they're not learning as much as we did.
Cathy, either that or he's got a hearing problem. Guts is pretty close...
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