Michigan Seems Like A Dream To Me Now
Miss Sasha sent along this thrilling image from Italian New Year's Eve, which was Christmas, Part 3: The Fattening. Perhaps I'm telling Dad to go stuff it, perhaps demanding he quit lifting heavy stuff with that backache; we don't know. He spent the next few days in bed with excruciating back pain, but he'd done that on occasion all my life. As Miss Sasha pointed out, he'd eaten a slice of my cousin Monday's apple pie, which is generally good, and said it tasted off to him. I didn't remember that.
What I remember was that in the kitchen we were all making wiseass remarks about each other. My sisters Daria and Dara said, "Daddy, I'm the daughter you always wanted" and "No, I am." I said, "I'm the son you always wanted." Dad almost dropped the roast.
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It looks more like you dug some wax out of your ear and stuck it under your dad's nose...
That sounds like something Dad would say, except without Latin terms and the swearing.
Is vultus magis amo vos dug nonnullus increbresco ex vestri auris quod stuck is sub vestri dad's nose.
You forgot to say fucking.
Is vultus magis amo vos dug nonnullus increbresco ex vestri auris quod stuck is sub vestri dad's fucking nose
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