That can mean I'm apologizing for something. Said differently, it's a question.
But I think it can also be said as an expression of empathy. I'm I wrong?
Someone in my past (don't know who) MUST have used it that way because I do! Is it from my grandparent's era and fallen out of use now??? I ask because more often than not, the people I say it to respond, "It's not your fault" and I have to explain that I meant it as an expression of empathy. I had to explain it to someone today--and my tone was less empathetic and more "why the heck would I think it's my fault???" (which I feel bad about now).
Anyway, if you tell someone you have a terrible headache and the person says, "Oh, I'm so sorry", the correct response should be something along the lines of, "I'm okay" or "Thank you".
PS - Although, if you work with me and you have a headache, telling me it's not my fault probably isn't the worst answer. lol! (The person didn't have a headache)
Monday, August 24, 2015
Monday, August 3, 2015
G is for Gross!
Lisa (of expanding) recently posted her ABC's, with each letter of the alphabet representing a question she had to answer. G was "Grossest Memory?". Her grossest memory is very similar to mine--or at least it reminded me of a very gross one. One that I'm now going to share. (It's Lisa's fault! :D )
My wife and I used to take my dad and his wife out to dinner once a month or so when they were not in Florida. Dad liked to reciprocate once in a while (usually at The Old Country Buffet or someplace similar). On this particular outing he introduced us to the Piccadilly Cafeteria. My daughter (who was almost 4 at the time) loved it. Specifically she loved their corn and their jello (red). She had several servings of each. It was cute. Later that night it was not so cute.
At 3am I heard my daughter crying in her bed. Crying and throwing up. She was throwing up all the corn she'd had for dinner...and it was pink! It looked like a pink corn version of a science fair volcano. So gross!!!
My wife cleaned the child and I took care of the sheets and blankets. Getting through moments like that (instead of going for a drive)...that's love.
PS - Oddly, my daughter isn't that fond of corn now. :)
My wife and I used to take my dad and his wife out to dinner once a month or so when they were not in Florida. Dad liked to reciprocate once in a while (usually at The Old Country Buffet or someplace similar). On this particular outing he introduced us to the Piccadilly Cafeteria. My daughter (who was almost 4 at the time) loved it. Specifically she loved their corn and their jello (red). She had several servings of each. It was cute. Later that night it was not so cute.
At 3am I heard my daughter crying in her bed. Crying and throwing up. She was throwing up all the corn she'd had for dinner...and it was pink! It looked like a pink corn version of a science fair volcano. So gross!!!
My wife cleaned the child and I took care of the sheets and blankets. Getting through moments like that (instead of going for a drive)...that's love.
PS - Oddly, my daughter isn't that fond of corn now. :)
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