Billy Boy?

Okay, I might be having too much fun with this... :) Oh well. :)

Our family was doing chores after supper today. Usually that involves some singing. :shock: What? You mean in like the musicals?! Well, sort of, only we don't usually sing about what we're doing. We just sing while we're doing. So, anyhow. On this particular day, my younger sister started to sing, "O-oh where have you been, Billy boy, Billy boy? O-oh where have you been, charming Billy..." She continues the song, where he says he found a sweetheart, but she's too young and can't leave her mother. Finally she comes to, "Can she bake a cherry pie, Billy boy, Billy boy? Can she bake a chili pie, Charming Billy?"

Mom interjects, "Cherry pie".

My sister says, "That's what I said."

I chime in, laughing a bit, "I heard 'chili', too."

My sister laughs and proceeds to sing it again to satisfy us. Only this time it comes out wrong, too. After three or four attempts and many giggles while she stands in the open refrigerator door, totally unconscious of doing so, she tries again with gusto, "Can she bake a CHERRY pie, Chili boy--" She stops singing at our stares, then realizes her mistake and we all burst out laughing. Suddenly, I notice she has been standing with the refrigerator door open the whole time, and I stop laughing long enough to ask almost teasingly, "Why are you standing with the refrigerator door open?" That does us in again as she shuts it with a bewhildered look, "I have no idea!" Of course with more giggles.

The moral of the story? Never think about what you don't want to say, or you WILL say it! Or else it is: Don't sing while standing at the open refrigerator... it freezes your brain and you sing the wrong words.

Have a great day... and don't think about chili when you sing Billy Boy. ;)

~ Ashley/Zaya

Of Goats, Fudge, and Misinterpretations

As I am preparing to type this, I hear from the kitchen, "O-o-oh-h-h-w-w-w-w..." and my little brother giggling. I look up to find him at the sink washing a pan... or, rather, holding a pan I can only guess that he had been washing.

With mild concern laced with humor in light of his giggles, I ask, "What did you do, splash yourself?"

Still facing the sink, he looks over his shoulder at me and says, "Wo-o-orse." Then he turns around and I stare. One entire pant leg is drenched, and I mean drenched!

"Did you dump the whole pan of water on yourself??"

"Yeah. I guess I better change," And he scampers off with more giggles. I could hear them echoing from his bedroom interupted once in a while with, "Oh dear!s".

Later he says to our Mom, "You should have seen what I did."

"Yeah? What'd you did?" she asks.

He laughs and says with respect, "That's not grammatically correct..." and proceeds with the above story.

Oh dear. Life is so fun. Now to the story I was going to write when this humorous situation (only rendered so because of my brother's cheerful attitude and decision to see the fun of it rather than the inconvenience) interrupted me.

Last night our family was enjoying our 'Family Night', part of which includes having ice cream. Mmmm! One of my favorites. We also had purchased some goat's milk fudge last week and I decided to have some of it again. We had all tasted it last week, and detected the infamous 'goat flavor', none of us enjoying it too much.

"I guess I'll have some of this fudge again," I said. "Maybe we should serve it at church..." meaning it would dissappear more quickly that way. "It's actually not bad if you get past the goat flavor. Seriously, it tastes like a goat smells."

There was an awkward lull in the conversation before Dad said teasingly, "Boy, I think I liked it better when you practiced on Jello."

I wondered what on earth he was talking about until he clarified, "You said the fudge tasted like a goat's mouth."

My eyes popped. I began laughing and said, "No, no! I said it tastes like a goat SMELLS! Oh dear..."

We all laughed and to my amazment several other family memebers informed me they had thought I'd said 'goat's mouth' too. What is this world coming to?

*Ahem*. And just to clarify, we were never in the habit of 'practicing' on Jello... that was purely joke on Dad's part.

Now that I have recovered my dignity (I hope?), I shall take my leave.

~ Ashley/Zaya