Extinct Everyday Phrases

by | Nov 5, 2011 | 1 comment

In addition to the private vernacular I mentioned in a previous post- the one of inside jokes and nicknames that vanishes with your beloved, there are just everyday phrases- that you will not be saying again.

I’ve made mine into a poem of sorts…

I’m kinda tired…can you drive?
Hey- it’s me. (on the phone)
Take these away from me- I can’t stop eating them…
Don’t forget to call your parents.
I’m sending this to your dad for his birthday- do you think he’ll like it?
Let’s go out to eat.
I’m ovulating next week.
Can you massage my neck- it’s killing me.
Hey- can you bring me my razor. (from the shower)
Did you take your lunch I packed?
No, I won’t walk on your back.  I feel like I’m going to crush you.
Wake up.  It’s late.
Can you bring me a glass of water?
Can you take Audrey for a second?
Call me when you get there.

What time do you think you’ll be home?
What time do you think you’ll be home?

What time do you think you’ll be home.


November 5, 2011

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