The cute --weird-- rituals/jokes you do with your DP...

[YouBetterWerk]

Here are just a few of the personal little in jokes and rituals we have, but the more I think about it the less I think other couples have them!

1. Puffins. Obsessed with them. Don't know where it came from, but we have notepads, cards, nicknames, all surrounding these bloody Puffins.
2. 'Sunday Morning Face' - The blank excited stare, pushed right up against my face every Sunday morning.
3. 'Bobble Hat Song' - Every time we see someone with a bobble hat on, we sing a song. I would post the lyrics but it is copyright.
4. 'Stair Necessities' - Here we have a song we sing to the tune of 'Bare Necessities' every time I go up the stairs to bed. He will also change the lyrics to reflect what we've done that day, giving it that lovely personal touch.

This is just a small example, there are dozens more. We are both grown adults.

I asked my hairdresser about hers the other day and she looked at me like I was crazy and said 'Sometimes I guess we say goodbye in a funny way'

Please reassure me it's not just us!

YouBetterWerk

We do that too. Usually to say Jigsaws has had timing issues

Lovely thread :o

Ours are too outing but they include a special name for dtd, a special sound / action I demand for sympathy when I'm ill (it is sooooooo comforting and DH totally invented it) and various random words we have appropriated, including several from DH's second language.

Don't worry OP you are not alone :o

We play sea wanker on trips to the coast , first person to see the sea is a waaaannnnnker!!!!!!

We have our own mini language, sometimes we've slipped up in front of company, cue the faces. For example, 'farting' is 'phooting,' shitting is 'shittong' or 'poopong', cooking is 'cookong' (a bit of a pattern emerging here, but if I was to say others we might out ourselves)

We talk in pseudo French sometimes, even though we know hardly any. For example, 'Ah, le bonjour, parce que le put le hot water on ma darling'

Sometimes in bed, we tell each other made-up stories and end up laughing until we fall asleep., sometimes in fake French
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We also cut each other's hair

In supermarkets DH will shout "Marjorie, do we need any more pickled eggs or did you eat the last 3 jars" or something equally embarrassing. I used to just ignore him but now he keeps on calling "Marjorie, Marjorie, dear" until I react. Sometimes he says Gertrude.

If we have a fry up, I always use the sausage as a breakwater and announce that I have done so. DH always marks the fry up out of 10 (a la Alan partridge). We've got a lot of partridge-based ones.

If we see a big spider it's referred to as "a badass motherfucker". This is unfortunate as when there was a massive spider above my desk at work, I sort of forgot where I was and shouted "Jesus, that's a badass motherfucker" and legged it to the other side of the large, open plan office. Colleagues were most alarmed.

Love reading these

If either of us presses the nose of the other the one with the pressed nose makes a beeping noise. One noise for being pushed, another for being released.

We have the teeth game. Usually played in bed. The aim is to touch the other person's teeth out of nowhere before they can close their mouth, it's tougher than it sounds

Loving Majorie's pickled eggs

We're usually in the Deep South in our kitchen. I'm Momma, DP is Sugar-Bear and DS (17) is Bubba.
'Gee that sure smells goooood Momma!'
'That's Momma's secrit recipe Bubba!'
'Ain't nobody makes a cheese sanwish like Momma'
'You fool in' wit me boy? You wanna go cut down a switch from that thur tree to whip you skinny little ass?'
'Yeah! His skinny little white ass!'

Sorry I missed Jarod's meltdown. We'd have raised our imaginary handbags in a big 'oooooooooh'.

Whoever goes up to bed first, when the other one comes up they have to be lying as flat as possible under the duvet with just their head showing and silently mouthing "help meeee", as if their body has been removed.

Sounds a bit gruesome written down.

Oh, Peaceofwildthings we have beeping noses too. If one of us is tired/ill/grumpy the beep is very faint, and the other will say "broken" in a sad voice. Animals have special names here, so train journeys where we point them out to one another must seem bewildering to anyone listening, and we also have stuffed animals with their own personalities. (And no kids.) Making up songs is a favourite, and we frequently adapt that advert jingle for a kids' magazine called "I love horses" to anything that either of us has expressed a mild interest in. ("I love wine, best of all the drinks. I love wine, it's my friend.")

We have a microwavable lamb cuddly toy that I had for Christmas from DH's parents, we named her Iola and she would have entire conversations with us in a particular voice, usually quite violent adventures. (Sad, sad, sad and pre-baby)
There's an awful bully in work with 'im indoors aswell, who we've taken to calling 'Martha', no idea why.
All of our friends have nicknames, all male names and usually fairly irrelevant. ie, Jake is 'Sven the Gypsy'.
Lots more ... but the worst is that we refer to each other extremely lovingly as 'foofy' and slipped up in front of his mother once :p

We have frequent thumb wars.
When in an airport, one of us will lean onto the suitcase-laden trolley and scoot while kicking their legs in the air, frog-style. The other must keep up their momentum with hearty shoves in the bum.

We do the Masterchef thing too but not quite in the same way. DH will say "this one's not quite up to Masterchef standards" and I'll give it points out of 10; or I'll say "I wonder what this would get from Masterchef" and he'll give it points out of 10.
Boring, eh?

Jingles get changed all the time, and song lines - both DS's used to be treated to MC Hammer's happy nappy time from "can't touch this" when it was time to be changed; various other songs were butchered altered for appropriate situations related to poo as well.

One family saying we have is "Storm's a-comin', Ma" if it looks like rain.

They sound so tedious when written down! But they're the grease on the wheels of our family interactions.

I love this thread. I agree that it's what greases the wheels - in-jokes are what stops close-contact with people from becoming boring or awkward. Ours are fairly basic. We do Simon's cat "Miaaow!" of hunger, and one obscure one is when DH or I say something absurd/deliberately outrageous the other does a very open-mouthed show of shock and says "The Romans have invaded Carthage!" which ... is an expression and line from one of the Civilization CD-rom games, that we used to play online together when we were going out and living far apart.... [nerds] It's always stage-whispered in a voice of utter horror.

It cracks us up every time. There are loads more but they're really silly.

When one of us starts a sentence with 'I think...' it never goes unnoticed. There might be a look of shock or a muttered 'inadvisable' or 'did you get the required permission in triplicate?' or simply holding on tight to the nearest solid piece of furniture and bracing oneself.

If either of knocks into something or stubs a toe against something in the house the other always asks whether the thing banged against has suffered any damage.

Yes... if I ever get the horrific news 'madam, your husband has had an accident, he drove into a tree' I know my brain is on auto pilot to silently respond with 'OMG how is the car? ...and the tree?'

PeaceOfWildThings If I did not know that DW is watching last night's TV I would suspect you of being her!

As for I think the answer round her is machinery-signs with the hands and the words Buzz, clank.

We are in our sixties. Do you think we should grow up?

Gosh, didn't realise you were a sextagenarian, Andrew!
No reason why I should of course, just didn't ever cross my mind.

Growing up is over-rated - I'm nearly 50 and still haven't managed it - but then having a toddler really helps with the not-having-to-bother about it, I find!

Can I just point out, to the poster earlier that said having a cat on your lap leads to the acknowledgement that you are incapacitated, you are not - you are incapussitated? With thanks to my lovely cat-mad friend who gifted me that one when we acquired two rescue cats

If we see a Megabus we have to shout Megabuuuus - doo doo dooo!

If we have rocket in salad we sing 'rocket yeah' in the style of Def Lepard. This has evolved to anything which can be made to rhyme with rocket - is the door locked? Lock-ed yeah...

We also do Simon's Cat! The silently pointing into an open mouth until some food or chocolate is passed over.

We have lots too. One involves hiding a small toy cat for each other to find where we wouldn't expect it. When DH went on a business trip, the cat was in his pants in the suitcase. Sometimes I find it in a packed lunch. Trouble is, I haven't seen the cat for months so one of us has obviously put it somewhere so obscure that it's been lost.

Then there's Foot Phone. When we're sitting down watching TV in the evening, the Foot Phone will ring (one of us does a 'brrrr brrrr!' ring noise). DH then picks up the receiver ie. my foot and I say in a posh voice "Hello, Foot Phone!" and we proceed to have a conversation via the Foot Phone.

This thread is hilarious! And I thought we were eccentric in our family!
If anyone on TV produces a particularly melodramatic rant, at the end of it one of us will be sure to intone sagely: S/he's cross. I can tell.
Any image of a pig or a real pig seen anywhere, at least one of us has to exclaim in a high-pitched, enthusiastic voice: Piggies!!!
For some reason, the word 'hello' when spoken amongst family members has morphed into 'aylaw.' We never use it to people outside the family.
If anyone says, 'I'm off,' somebody has to reply: Must be the weather.

Oh, and my bro and his wife, when it's time for their dog to do its business, sing a song beginning with the words: It's pup pisseroonie time, pup pisseroonie time...
They thought they were the only ones until they discovered a woman who sings to her dog: wee-wees for you - wee-wees for me - wee-wees for the little pups under the sea...

Andrew, it takes a very strong and loving relationship to withstand that kind of constant assault! In your sixties?

I like the quirky sweet ones. When one of us is ill ofor exgexhausted and the other gets up to go to the loo, the ill one says 'could you go for (do one for) me too, please' as if asking for a cup of tea.