OffGrid9 Loc: off-grid, down in a canyon, mostly

Two elderly gentlemen were talking after a nice dinner, while their wives were in the kitchen loading the dishwasher and also chewing the fat.

One of the old guys said, "you know, we went to the best darned Italian restaurant the other night, really good food and great service."

"What was the name of the place?", the other asked.

"...Gosh, you know, I just can't quite remember...let's see, now...hey, what's the name of the pretty red flower, the one with the nice smell and thorns?"

"You mean, a rose?"

"Yeah, that's it. HEY ROSE, what was the name of that restaurant we went to the other night?"

CrazyHorse Loc: Kansas

Quid Pro Quo, OffGrid9: "Well, dinner would have been splendid if the wine had been as cold as the soup, the beef as rare as the service, the brandy as old as the fish, and the maid as willing as the Duchess." Sir Winston Churchill

oldroy Loc: Western Kansas (No longer in hiding)

That isn't a real new one but it is still funny. I am not quite to that point but I do have trouble with names and have for years.

OffGrid9 Loc: off-grid, down in a canyon, mostly

Yeah, me too. I've been married to only one woman, and it's been more than 40 years, so I generally get her name right, but for my three kids, they grew up not knowing their names, since both my wife and I regularly called each by the others' names...one after another. My daughter objected more than my two sons. Go figure. The day she really blew up was when I called her Sophie...the name of my lovely old black Lab. I tried to convince her that it was really a compliment, since I loved Sophie more than anything. Wrong move, she never forgave me for telling her I loved my dog more than her. ...I guess the t***h hurts.

oldroy Loc: Western Kansas (No longer in hiding)

I am sure that my mother must have had the same problem you speak of. Often she managed to yell all four kids' names in order to get the right one out. At least she knew all of them.

I have been married twice and both women have the same name. The first one spelled hers Janette and the second one Jeanette. Never was there a chance I would say the wrong name at an improper time, though. The first one called me a couple of years ago and started out, "This is your first Jeanette" and I had to laugh about that one.