Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Party Tarty

That's what my mom called me when I suggested that she might need a breathing treatment today. When I told her that, yes, please, I would like a party tarty, especially one made with jam, she gave me what can only be referred to as "the evil eye."
Some things never change.

5 comments:

Whimsey Creations said...

You can't ever escape that evil eye can you? LOLOLOL I remember many of those from my mom LOL. But I do like your answer to party tarty! I'd like one with plum jam please.

Tilda said...

..is that a southern saying? Yankee that I am, I have never heard the term party tarty.
Thinking of you each day...
in fond regard, Tilda

Thimbleanna said...

Tilda wrote my comment! I haven't heard that phrase before -- AND I'm thinking of you every day too. XOXO

Colleen - the AmAzINg Mrs. B said...

We used to call it the "Mother in church" look - it said, with no words.."when we get home you're gunna get it!"

madrekarin said...

I think she was actually trying to call me a party pooper but she does not say things as she thinks them now. After she gave me the evil eye, I did make her laugh. I try to make her laugh every day.