In an email sent out to our entire family, Blaine's aunt mentioned that she was excited to see us during our upcoming trip to Utah and then went on to say...
"This time, we need to get pictures of little Ivy Jane. I can't believe we skipped almost entirely getting pictures of that darling little waif of a girl while you all were here!"
Which I didn't think much of until her son responded to the e-mail with...
"I know that you didn't mean anything rude by your comments, but isn't a waif a street orphan?"
And so I took the liberty of looking up "waif" and found that indeed a waif is "a person, esp. a child, who has no home or friends."
And then there was riotous laughter.
It reminded me of when Blaine's Grandma called me "the cutest little hooker" she had ever seen, but that's another story for another day.
Really though, I've got to get packing...
3 comments:
You made me pee my pants with the hooker comment! Love it.
I can't wait for the hooker story!
Laughing and crying. Yep, I hope i got to see you sometime while you're here in the Utah land. Come over for lunch or something- that would be super happy for me.
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