August 1st, 2003
|12:34 am - now wait just a minute|
I let the cats lick the turkey gravy off my dinner plate tonight. They were very happy. As I watched 'em go at the plate like a hungry cat going after a delicious spot of turkey gravy, I said, quite jovially, "Now don't that just tickle your tallywhacker?"
I think I was channelling my dad. He used to say that to Amanda the dog when he gave her a treat, way back when I was but a wee sprat. It's one of those odd expressions that resonate in the back of your head, and all you really remember of the phrase is the phonetic sound of the words and the cadence but not the context or the real meaning.
Tonight I realized the real meaning. It took me a few seconds to mentally shake myself out of it, but I remembered exactly what a tallywhacker was.
I don't remember him saying it to Maggie the dog ten years later, though.
Oh my. Why would he say that to a girl dog? Why would he say that period?
I'd managed to block that word from my long term memory, too... Darn you, Spatch.
It's quite possible he only remembered the sounds and cadence, too. I get a lot of things from Dad, see.
|Date:||August 1st, 2003 03:52 pm (UTC)|| |
TALLYWACKER TALLYWACKER TALLYWACKER TALLYWACKER
(Reminds me of a certain Bloom County cartoon. I'm sure you know which one.)