We’re getting our bathroom redone, and I just called my Mom to see how things were going, to which she replied: “Anne Heche”. You see, Anne Heche is a codeword we use when we can’t talk about something at that particular moment. (I assume the contractor who is working on the bathroom was standing right there. He does great work, but has been getting on my Mom’s nerves lately.) Why Anne Heche, you ask? Well my Mom has a hard time pronouncing the caramel ice cream flavor dulce de leche, so she just says Anne Heche instead. I don’t know, just go along with it. So Anne Heche has always been a bit of a family joke, and when we needed to come up with a “I can’t talk about that right now” codeword, we decided on Anne Heche. Like I said, my family is weird. Kinda like Anne Heche.
My family has “safety words” for when the kids are getting into arguments and need to call a truce you just yell out the safety word and the conversation stops….
Ours is “cabbage.” But only among me, my daughter, and my mom, and only for text messaging.
I expected it to be because Anne Heche is a little unstable.
My grandmother and I talk about baking temperatures whenever my grandfather walks in the room and we want to keep secret what we were talking about. “Yeah, you’d just put them in at 375″ never makes him suspicious at all.
Personally, I think Anne Heche is the perfect codeword for something unspeakable. My family doesn’t have codewords for anything, which is likely why David compares us to this http://www.kunert1.com/yosemite-sam.gif
bahahaha Anne Heche and Dulce de Leche. I can relate my family is also very weird, it comes with the territory. My sisters and I used to make up our own slang as children (mainly curse words). Also everyone (except my dad) in my family never misses a chance to scare someone by either hiding around the corner or lying in wait…
I need a family codeword! It’s such a good idea. My family is so dull in that respect, except that my sister and I call eachother by our surname, which I suppose is odd, since we share it.
A good “codephrase” is “Do my assless chaps make me look fat?”
Granted, it wouldn’t work for your Mom, but you could use it, and no one would question what or who you were talking about.
Especially the contractor.
Your family has a safe word? That’s hot.
Umm, yeah, you’re odd. LOL No code word in my family ever. Is that weird? Maybe we just don’t care if someone overhears? Hmmmm.
Anne Heche is cool. But who needs a codeword when God gave us facial expressions?
Their is totally a “don’t ask me that now” face.
Especially if you are talking to Ellen DeGenerate
I think we all have weird families in their own weirdness. we just talked about ours in our blog…from Ker’s family that won’t talk about being sick/death, etc…to my mom who stalks me on Facebook.
As for a code word…I think I will go with clown whistle.
No codewords here: I think if I had a code word for anything I’d end up loudly whispering something like, “The eagle has landed” or “Follow the green path to the black lantern” and everyone would look at me weird and the point of the code word would be shot. I’m not always good at subtle.
Isn’t everyone’s family crazy?
What an emotional conclusion. I will miss SV during the hiatus. I hope there’s a new series.
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I’m retarded.