Monday, August 27, 2007
Doom N' Gloom from the Basement
As I sat in the kitchen eating my lunch today, minding my own business, I was suddenly startled by a loud proclamation issuing forth from the basement: "Death comes unexpectedly!" I knew instantly what was happening - Grandpa was watching "Pollyanna" and it was at the scene of the Sunday sermon by the fire n' brimstone Reverend. But it was so out of the blue, it made me crack up and I almost choked on my comestibles.
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Ha ha to the dour preacher and the word "comestibles"!!!!
Hee hee hee - if I were coming to visit you, I would have to store this away and remember to bellow it at an opportune moment:)
Around here, it's Sig-freed. My mom always enjoyed being a Siegfried...her nickname was Siggy. I'm not sure I could saddle a child with that name. Russell and I have already started having the name conversations (well, I'm having them and he's patiently suffering through them), and we've decided that we should stay away from family names. Otherwise we'd have David Bernard Dale Cormode Siegfried Gustafson Behrends, because you can't use one side's name and not the other's, right? And then there's the question of whose side is the first name... Far better to give the little guy his very own name, I think.
Not that I'm telling you how to name your child, of course. :)
As I was reading this I momentarily had this vision of it being your Grandpa who bellowed this out for some unknown reason. That would have been really amusing!
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