Just a few terms heard around paradise on this fine day.  Just in case you don’t know, Duke and I can speak without using a lot of words.  There are some grunts, groans and growls, but limited words.  We prefer to think of it as an effecient use of the English language.

“Anything happening in there?”–meaning–Are either of those two does that are left to kid, acting like they are getting ready to do something?

“Hungry?”  –This means that I’m geting ready to cook something and if you want something, speak up now.

“Not hungry.”–This phrase means that Duke will cook himself some Ramen noodles.

“Butt Cold.”–means that it is below freezing and there is a stiff breeze of cold air that cuts in you half like a butt crack.

“Feed yet?”   meaning–Have you fed any of the animals on this place?  If so, which ones?  

“Where’s your head?”–this means that Duke’s head is obviously up his rear and this is the first warning that he needs to extract it before I supply assistance.  

“Butt Ass Cold.”–temp has dropped a few degrees, snow is added and now the wind is blowing sideways like it tends to do in NW OK.  Once you feel Butt Ass Cold, you won’t forget it.  

“Waterers?”–When answered yes, means that the wethers’ water buckets  were dumped and filled with fresh water.  

“Whothaheck?”–When said loudly, this is a signal for Duke, that when somebody knocks on the back door at 8:15 pm, to remember to tell me that Amy Word is coming to pick up food drive stuff for church.  

“Flunk anything?”, followed by:

“Any D’s?”  followed by the next question:

“You lying?”–This is my method of checking my favorite son’s semester grades.  No need to check the computer.  Just ask him with a stern voice and a direct stare and the actual grade, down to the decimal point, will be reported.  

*****This line of questioning brings me flash-backs of the daughter’s scholastic career.  She would literally make herself sick to the stomach worrying about the 98 that she made on a test.  The only way her younger brother gets sick to the stomach is if he drinks a half gallon of egg nog at one sitting.  Grades dang sure don’t cause him any intestinal discomfort.  

Tomorrow is Friday, which means Christmas Break.  And Duke and I have movie tickets.  And maybe there will be some more babies.  And we are less than a week until Festivus.