Sitting on the couch, listening to the rents discuss who took off their sleep mask first (they have those medical ones to help them sleep)I rolled my eyes.
"Yea, it's always nice to hear 'Put your mask on Old Woman' or 'Shut up Old Man' in the middle of the night."
My father, in his tactless glory, said "Well we all know what you yell out in your sleep . . . Peter, Oh Peter." He doubled over with laughter, as I picked up another stitch in my knitting.
"Heh," I mumbled. "It's more like 'Oh God' you dirty old man."
Then the man without hearing said "I thought you didn't believe in God?"
"Yup, I'll believe in God if it gets me a job or laid."
His mouth was on the floor while I cackled like a jackass.
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