I am 57 years old. When I was 18 and had been married only a few months, I was at a family gathering at my in-laws' house. A group of us were gathered in the kitchen and my FIL asked me, "Donna, do you know how to turn a potato into a peach?" Of course, I bit. I said that I didn't. He took off one of his socks, dropped a potato into it (which of course stretched the sock), gathered the top of the sock in his fist and held it at his crotch and proclaimed, "Ain't that a peach!"

I can laugh about it now, but at the time I wished I could disappear, but only burst into tears.

Yes, it was crude. I quickly learned not to let his jokes get to me, though. He was actually a sweet man, just had a crude sense of humor.

/tricia

I have a friend who is capable of sophisticated humor but always resorts to something slightly raunchy for the big laugh which I never give him. He isn't insulted, though. He finds it more funny that I simply blow past his crude humor and don't acknowledge it even to say it was rude. I just don't respond at all and keep on talking about whatever is on my mind at the time. He laughs even more at his own joke.

I think sometimes my eyes will work themselves loose from rolling them them around so much. :)

E

I don't find your FIL's stunt funny, not now, not when I was 18. You're a lot better woman that I am to be able to tell that story and laugh.

Cheryl