“I’m tired and don’t feel good,” I said after hosting a birthday party extravaganza yesterday for an eight-year-old.
“Are you sure you’re not Jewish?” my husband asked. He is.
There’s a joke, passed around by another Jewish friend:
A Russian comes home from a long day at work and says, “I’m hot, I’m tired, I’m thirsty. I think I’ll have a Vodka.” Likewise, an Italian comes home, and repeats, “I’m hot, I’m tired, I’m thirsty. I think I’ll have some wine.” When the German returns home, he says, “I’m hot, I’m tired, I’m thirsty. I think I’ll have a beer.” Then the Jewish fellow comes home and says, “I’m hot, I’m tired, I’m thirsty. I must have diabetes.”
“I’m sure I’m not Jewish, because I’m not hot… in either definition of the word,” I laughed. (Think about it, you’ll get it eventually.)
We both chuckled again. But it didn’t make me feel any better. My feet and calves felt like I’ve climbed Mount Everest barefoot.
“What’s that word for someone who gets used all the time?” I asked.
He threw out a couple of options. I shook my head no. “Chump,” he finally said.
“Yes, that’s it,” I said.
“Since you’ve been blogging,” he said, “I feel like I’m on Password all the time.”
“I know. I’m losing words left and right. I need a ‘word buddy’ to complete my sentences.”
We settled in on the couch to watch Sunday Morning. He’s always hot (guess it’s a Jewish thing). I’m always not. He fiddled with the remote, pushing buttons, for the long slender fan. “What are you doing?” I asked. “You know I hate background noises.”
“It’s frozen. It won’t oscillate,” he answered, then continued. “Funny thing, the Bug came by the other day and did something and it worked.”
“Well then ask him.” I can’t figure out, if our grandson is really bright or we’re really dumb.
My husband is still jabbering (and for all that know us, you know this is no exaggeration). “I couldn’t find the remote after he had it, so I asked him where it was. He walked over to the fan and pulled it out of a little pocket on the fan. I didn’t even know the pocket was there, and he found it. He’s so smart.”
Now I am leaning more towards the “we’re really dumb” possibility. but who knows, maybe he’s really smart.
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Grandkids really are good at making us look dumb! I love it when sentences start with “but you see Grandma…” I know I’m about to learn something!
“What’s that word for someone who gets used all the time?” ‘Meshugener’. I’m not Jewish either but that’s my word. ( I think there must be some Jewish blood in my line ~ way back.)
Phil says that’s more kinda crazy (if you can be kinda crazy). Course, that one could fit too. I love Yiddish.