The completion of the spring semester means I return to my hometown. I will spend most of my time catching up with my beloved Grandparents, who, to say the least, are never boring. Today was no different. After several rings of the doorbell and knocks on the door I decided that they had retired for their daily afternoon siesta and turned to leave, when suddenly the door swung open and their stood my Pal-Pal, shirtless, and in overalls. He said "hey girl" and turnes quickly back to the living room. I went in and to saw that he and my Grandmother had decided to try and groom their dogs themselves. There was dog hair everywhere, including large chunks stuck to my grandmothers cheeks and on the back of my grandfather's damp neck.

I chuckled to myself and my grandmother quickly went to retreive the vacuum. She began the task of cleaning up when the vacuum suddenly made a horrendous noise. My grandfather took it apart, discovered the problem, and then returned it to my grandmother saying, "Suck up the rest of this dog hair."

She looked at him with pure disdain and stubbornly said, "No, you suck it."
He retorted, "No, you suck it."
She, "No, you suck it."

I was beyond words at this point hearing my Southern Baptist grandparents use such language. If only they knew.

I'll file this one under dialogue you never want to hear from any one over the age of 10.