I have been procrastinating on writing this post for a while because I know it just makes my family just seem so odd. But since, I included why my dad makes me laugh, I decided to talk about a fun family joke. We are truly a unique bunch that jokes about things that probably half of the world would deem as inappropriate. Nonetheless, every spring and summer the same joke reoccurs.
We have a trellis is the backyard and climbing up the trellis is a purple variety of clematis. I don't know how it started, if one of us misspoke or just made some snide comment or what, but somehow chlamydia got substituted for clematis. Our appropriate comments range widely including things like, "Did you see the chlamydia is blooming," and "Wow, the chlamydia is really spreading." We have gotten to the point, or at least I have, that whenever we talk about the plant, we act like it is really called chlamydia.
Here is where my concern comes in, I fear that one of us is going to make a similar comment - but in public. A visitor comes to our house, and we point out the chlamydia and how beautiful it is. I mean I have gotten to the point where the word clematis hasn't left my mouth in years, and we talk about it multiple times a year. So, if anyone ever slips in my family about how beautiful chlamydia is, please understand what we are saying.
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"Clap on. Clap off."
This reminds me of those old, awkward Summer's Eve commercials. A mother and daughter walking on a beach or through a field of flowers talking about feminine . . . issues. I enjoy the Family Guy spin, where the daughter asks the mother if she ever doesn't feel "fresh." After some awkward explaining of what she means, the mother responds, "Ohhhhh, no! Of course not! Why, do you?!" or something like that.
Making the awkward more awkward.
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