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Mmm-hmmm. That's Right.

I don't know if I've ever mentioned it before, but D is totally an "ass" man. You know the type-- this boy would totally wreck the car if a girl with a bodacious booty crossed the street in front of him.

As I mentioned yesterday, we made the incredibly intelligent decision to go to the beach on an August day during a heat advisory, which turned out to be a heat-stroke-tastic experience. We survived an afternoon at Fenwick Island by periodically jumping into the near-frigid surf to cool off, then hit the Ocean City boardwalk for some Fisher's caramel corn and headed to P.G.N. for some crabs and one of the best crab cakes in history.

By the time we got back in the car we were completely exhausted, hot as hell, and giddy from all of the crazy things that we had done, seen, and heard. Then surprisingly, the most fun we had all day came when we crossed the Highway 90 bridge on the way out: as you drive onto the bridge, you can see one of those green identification signs the highway department uses to I.D. waterways and overpasses, marking the name of the bay you cross over to get back to the mainland from the barrier island on which Ocean City resides. I happened to read the name out loud, as I often do in the car, and D literally went ape-shit. The name of the bay?

Assawoman Bay.*

As soon as I spoke the word, D started laughing and hopping around in his seat to see the sign, and shouted "God damn, we're moving here!" He then informed me that if we did live here, the first thing he'd do is go out and get a boat and paint "Mmmm-hmmm, That's Right." on the side, next to a graphic of a fabulous bubble butt. "Ass-A-Woman. Mmm-Hmm, That's Right."

See why I love this man? Never a dull moment.

*By the way, I totally love the fact that there's not only a Little Assawoman Bay, but a Big Assawoman Bay too. Mmm-hmm. That's right.

Comments (5)

Your Horrified Brother-in-law:

First of all, was there no earthly reason you could have left me a warning at the beginning of this? I don't need to know that my brother's an ass man.
Second, David has seen signs for that Bay his whole life - but it's so like him to only register JUST NOW.
Third, much like Tim, you will never, ever be bored.

Yeah, first of all, you're not the center of the universe. Reader beware-- after all, I usually get way more information than I need when reading YOUR blog. That's tame, honey.
Second, you guys didn't usually take 90 out of Ocean City, and the only sign available was probably being ignored while you and D duked it out in the back seat.
Third, apparently being an "ass man" is something you have in common apparently. ;-)
And just for good measure BOX.

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! sassy just laid the smack down. and you're right, both boys are in fact, ass men.

i love that there's a little and big assawoman bay.

mmmm hhmmmmm... that's right.

can't wait to see you!

I'm not certain what's funnier... your original blog post or the comments between you and your horrified b-i-l...

F-berry:

I know I'm late to the party here, but you're saying I have to CHOOSE a body part to obsess over??? I can't do that! Hell, an EAR can be hot. Or does that just show how effed-up my brain is?

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