Ya'll, I had to get this down right now as it is too priceless not to share. Today is Tuesday and that is doctor day for Donna and myself. She goes to the Medi-clinic and I go to the Pediatrist. Lovely isn't it? We coordinate our appointments so that we can have time to lunch, and more importantly to shop, when we get through.
Now to the good part. When Mike, my husband and Donna, his sister, were small children, Mike could not say sister so he called her Sittuh. It stuck and today we all call her Sittuh. When anything happens to her, and believe me there is ALWAYS something happening to her or the family, we all say "you beat all Sittuh". I can still hear her daddy, when she had, without realizing it, attracted a same sex admirer some years ago saying, "You sure can pic em' sittuh!"
Well today in the car coming back home in the driving rain, we were just chatting and I do not know how it came up, but she was tell me about the day her GYN (for those of you who do not know what that means, it is short for gynecologist) had about the best laugh of his life at her expense or one of the best (I cannot tell you about the best one. She told me that one too, and I laughed so hard my eyes closed completely shut and the mascara ran down my face with the tears. I really don't know how long I laughed at that one. But it was as good as this one, maybe better.) Anyway, as he was examining her he detected an unusual mark on her stomach and I guess he was concerned about the size, shape and oddity of it so he asked her about it and she told him it was the iron. He was confused, naturally, and she said she was late for her appointment and she thought she would iron her blouse on her body to save time and the steam went through her blouse and burned the imprint of the iron onto her stomach. He started laughed and called all the staff in. He yelled, "Ya'll come in and see this, I've thought I had seen it all, until now, but I've never seen anything like this".
I've always said, "YOU JUST BEAT ALL, SITTUH!". Kathy in the Kitchen
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I have never seen Donna not looking her best so can just see her standing there trying to iron that wrinkle out! Then I can just see her jumping up and down squealing in pain and thinkin' what am I gonna do?!!!!"
I can tell you it is not funny on the receivin' end having had a seamstrr take an iron to the shoulder of a jacket she was altering for me. WITH ME IN IT!
She pushed the steam button and I let out a holler and she squealed' "did I hurt you". Ah, yeah! Left a mark on the top of my arm, had to wear long sleeves until it healed.
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