Quote Originally Posted by gn7 View Post
Wendi and this thread crack me up!!
It reminds me of being a young puppy headed out on a Saturday night and my mom asking in a typical mommie voice, "where you going and when will you be home?"
To the beach to watch the submarine races and I'll be home when they are over.
She would give me this perplexed look and ask the dumbest questions you can imagine, and my dad would be rolling on the floor.

Best was when I got home around midnight and she'd yell from their room, "did you have a good time, and who won?"
Ya mom, great time, and I won. my dad would yell out with a chuckle in his voice "Good for you son"

great memories. Are these women raised in a convent????

Wendi, PLEASE don't ask me about submarine races. This thread will only get much worse for you than it already is.
This reminds me of when i would go out and party, and in the morning my dad made me get rid of all the Budweiser cans out of my back seat, because he worked for Millers. He always gave me shit for going out and partying. Later on in life my mom was injecting him with morphine and he would ask where I was going, i would tell him G.M.R, ( party spot) and he would tell me to have a good time.