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I have no idea how I forgot to type this out with our other Awkward Moments, but how is this for one?

Chuck ( the church campout): Adalia, why don’t you slip off your thongs before you go in the trailer?

Adalia, speechless in her shock and horror.

Chuck: Oops, I mean flip-flops.

14 Comments

  1. marylynn

    When Apollo was having his surgery in tx you mentioned a lady whose husband was in the military. She had a blog, which I started to follow, but along the way stopped. You posted a prayer request for a woman whose child had hurt their head and I am wondering if this is the same lady. If you could let me know what her blog site is I would greatly appreciate it. I would like to find out what is going on with her life now.
    Thank you

  2. Davene Grace

    Oh my word, my husband does this! It drives me NUTS!! 🙂 When he says “thongs,” I KNOW he means flip-flops…but I simply cannot get the mental image of the…you know…other kind of thongs out of my head! 😉

  3. Peg

    Thongs or Zorries, that’s what we called them when I was a kid. A long time ago, in a galaxy far…oh that’s another blog. Sorry.

  4. Tori Raiguel

    Several years ago our pastor made the very same mistake in front of the congregation. His daughter, in the front row, was mortified but the rest of us got a good laugh out of it.

  5. RaD

    They were always called thongs when I was a kid. It wasn’t until we moved to California that I began to hear them called flip flogs… and thongs called underwear. Weird.

  6. Fran

    I used to use a pregnancy forum and there was a thread where people were listing what they had packed to take to hospital for labour/after they’d given birth. One woman had ‘thongs’ on her list and I remember thinking that I couldn’t think of anything I’d was less likely to want just after having a baby! It came to light that she was Australian and meant flip flops 😀

  7. Sara

    Dying over here. I’m Canadian and call them thongs too. My husband — born and bred Californian, with the maturity of a 7 year old boy in a toilet factory — has a fit of laughter every time I say it.

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