Wednesday, November 14, 2007

An Early Gift

Today, I helped my mother learn the meaning of the word "feltching."

And it's not even Christmas, yet.

8 comments:

heels said...

Education is a gift that keeps on giving.

geewits said...

Hey I don't know how I missed these posts. Sorry about the continuous work glumminess you're having, but it sounds like this Thanksgiving vacation is just what you need.

Jazz said...

Feltching? And this means???

I'm too lazy to look it up.

Jazz said...

OMG!!! I googled it... Call me a prude by why on earth would you want to do that? Nasty!

ticknart said...

Geewits -- I felt a lot better after my mom looked up feltching. Go figure.

Jazz -- I don't know why anyone would want to do that, but we live in an odd world where people do odd things.

Anonymous said...

You, ticknart, are a nasty little boy who takes pleasure in making your mother feel queasy, nauseous, and sick to her stomache!

Hmm, you must have gotten that from me! :-)

ticknart said...

Mommy Dearest -- I'm pretty sure I get it from you.

Anonymous said...

Yeah, probably.