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It Turns Out the Trouble Isn’t the South. It’s Me.

Example number two of why Steve can’t take me anywhere.

Recently we went to a lovely dinner party at a friend’s house. It was a post-holiday, meet our new baby kind of dinner party, with friends from the Lucas days. As we were sitting around chatting before dinner, the TMX Elmo was introduced. In order to make Elmo go into his paroxysms of delight, you have to tickle his chin, then his belly, then his toes, in that order. In explaining the progression, someone said “you start at his head and work your way down.”

“Just like foreplay,” said I.

No one laughed and, again, Steve looked appalled.

I guess the problem is not my sense of humor in the South. It’s just my sense of humor.

5 Comments

  1. Meredith says:

    See, I thought that was funny! I would have laughed.

  2. Tricia says:

    I laughed. snorted actually.

  3. pat Shaw says:

    Clever repartee! I laughed also. pat (mil)

  4. mom says:

    I AM pleased that you know what foreplay is.

  5. Heather says:

    Foreplay…I think I remember that…