But not like that.
It’s family time, like, well, like fishing bacon bits and ham hocks out of the beans to make the dish vegan-friendly
”Got wood?” She asked, as Sister headed outside to the wood pile.
“Soil patterns change. Every 50 years.” Pa Wetzel.
But wait, there’s more! Much, much more!
Sister: Mom has a lot of guilt
Me: and you mine that guilt….
Sister: yeah. It’s not a bad thing. I mean, where do you think I learned it?
More oddity
Just bits, gathered else where.
Headline grabber:
Zombies are among us! it said.
The Cure:
Oh this is good, a cure for the Cure?
Why am I smiling at 7:35 AM?
It’s a musical question in Spanish (with subtitles).
Sister:
She had to read the scopes, out loud, with her own inflections.
Then, the tomatoes. On the counter. At home. I’m unsure of the origins, but there are two things that money can’t buy:
