Bear with me. There’s a moral to this story.

Have you noticed that when my friend dh leaves me a comment, she makes off-hand references to "the thimble"?  Any ideas who that might be?  Anyone?  Anyone?

Well, I’ll tell you.  In a minute.  But first I have a story for you.

Way back 101 years ago when I was in college, there were these two really tall, nice-looking blond guys that I noticed around campus.  They were a year ahead of me, and I didn’t know them, but they were pretty hard to miss walking around campus together, both being at least 6’4" tall.

Now, let’s back up even further.  From the moment we met at freshman orientation and discovered we were living on the same hall in the same dorm, dh and I were great friends.  We were pretty much joined at the hip.  Both of us being education majors, we even had most of the same classes. 

We were never roommates, which most likely preserved our friendship, but we spent about as much time together as two girls possibly could and still maintain an A average.  (It was only dh maintaining an A average, by the way.  I was lucky to graduate.)

There was actually a group of four of us that hung out together.  We were a lot of fun.  But we might have been just a tad overwhelming when we were all together.  Hold that thought.

Our junior year, dh got a new roommate.  And somehow the two of them started hanging out with the two tall blond guys.  Whenever dh would bring ch around The Fabulous Foursome, he was very, um . . .  quiet. 

Now, it never occurred to me at the time that any guy, in the presence of four cackling college-aged hens, might be a little bit intimidated.  Quite honestly, he probably thought we were loony tunes.

Well, I took his silence as lack of personality.  And once, when I wasn’t being particularly discerning about my choice of words, I happened to remark to dh that ch had the personality of a thimble.  Wasn’t that nice of me?

Of course dh told ch that I said that.  And I have never, EVER lived that down.

Dh went on to marry ch.  And ch, while a bit on the quiet side, is definitely not lacking in personality.  He’s a great guy, actually. 

But to this day, the "thimble" remark rears its ugly head every once in a while.  Especially when dh comments on The Blob.

So the moral of this story is, don’t ever say anything negative about your friend’s boyfriend.  Because she might marry him.  And your words will probably come back to haunt you.

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  1. LOL, what a great story and lesson… love it! Definitely something to remember, ’cause like you said, you never know when your words will come back to haunt you! LOL…

  2. That should be GREAT GUY when you talk about ch. You better watch it jl. Does that sound like a threat? Just rmember who use vinegar & oil on her floors – has the boo- boo cleared up yet?

  3. Hee-Hee! Even my aunt is defending the thimble. I think its hysterical that you called him that and I wasn’t too offended when you said that about him, although it did cause me to stop and rethink things for about 10 seconds. He did say on several occasions that it was very entertaining, if not exhausting, to watch us all together. I don’t think I told him until we were married and he didn’t say anything he just smiled.
    I guess we’ll have to come up with a new name for him, after 13 years I can think of a few.

  4. Funny. Once my sister came over to help me cook dinner for both our husbands. She did the spaghetti and I assembled the salad and garlic bread. When we were sitting at the table, my husband looked up and innocently said, “Babe, this is honestly the best spaghetti you’ve ever made.” Well, my sister and brother in law laughed hysterically. Every time she makes us spaghetti, I cry on the inside. haaha

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