Welcome back to Wot so Funee? and a happy new year to you. At the age of 8 my writing is not often funee in the original sense of the word. The Bug is beginning to produce regular funee snippets, so we are looking forward to showcasing his writing very soon. For now, we are laughing at Mummy’s expense, courtesy of moi!
As my writing is legible, and my spellings mostly correct, Mummy takes advantage by asking me to add to our shopping list. As she peels the last carrot, or drizzles the last dregs of olive oil, she sends me to write items down on our list. Sometimes I decorate the list while I’m there, or add my own requests, in the hope that she will absent-mindedly chuck Haribos into the trolley en route to the coffee. Other times I linger for a while, reading the list, checking for atrocious vegetables. This week I doctored it, based on a funee story I remember Mummy once telling:
I shall explain: I am a bizarre child; I like rice. Not just any old rice, none of your Uncle Ben’s light and fluffy for me! I want Tilda steamed basmati brown rice, 2 minutes in the microwave, I could eat a whole packet (as long as it is not spoiled with any kind of sauce)! So yay for Tilda rice. Yay also for treat cereal. We are not allowed sugary cereal in our house, so treat cereal is Coco Pops or Golden Nuggets. We’re allowed one bowl, on a Saturday morning, then it’s back to the Weetabix.
But here’s the #funee: before we were born, Daddy, thinking he was being helpful, took it on himself to do the grocery shopping. Mummy, not liking the word “panty” always just writes “liners” on the shopping list. (Really, these days she could just write Tena, but that’s another story). Guess what Daddy bought? Livers. Chicken livers…
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I have to say I only got it because it was next to the hand wash lol
God, not sure the chicken livers would have been much help. Possibly exacerbated the situation….time to change subject methinks
No use whatsoever, under any circumstances, but especially not in your underwear…
Ha ha, fantastic…..did you eat the livers??
As I recall, they went very will with a nice Chianti…
Previous experience dictates that men do this on purpose so they don’t have to go shopping again! Remind me not to show Grace the Haribo idea!!
I never thought of that!
Heh heh heh fancy stuffing them down your pants *boak*
I have no idea how he interpreted liners as liver. Men.
Apparently it’s deliberate. I was duped!
that is hilarious about the livers / liners! I get the kids to write things on the list too and we end up with things like series 4 moshlings, chocolate, crisps, sweeties etc written on there. x
They’re definitely canny with there new found writing skills!
Haha! Ah! Of course they do it on purpose! I knew my handwriting wasn’t that bad! 🙂
xxx
That is hilarious!! I hate liver if my husband bought it into the house I think it would be divorce time!
Well eating them was better than the alternative!
Hilarious. Imagining mixing those up and who on earth would want livers anyway, gross!! I really need to get a funee post written. x
I imagine you have enough on your plate don’t you? Mind you it’s always good to have a sense of humour when there’s a new baby around!
Madam writes my list too – pleased I’m not the only one who sends my husband out for feminine essentials! xx
It’s a good revenge tactic when they’ve annoyed you!
Ew, liver. I hope you had a cat to feed it to. Can’t wait until I can get my children to write my shopping list for me!
Oh but then you’ll have less fruit and way more Haribo in your trolley!
love it. A lady GaGa Special … liver liners for that cool wet feeling below!
Bleeeuuuurrrrrgh!
My mum and dad used to feed me lots of liver when I was little – now I wont touch it ….bleurrrrgh! 🙂
Same – I hated it when I was little!