When my parents were first married, they had a little apartment in town.
Mom served stew for supper one night and asked Dad, "How is it?"
He replied, "It's almost done."
Mom took both plates, slapped them together, and dropped them into the garbage can.
Whenever this story is told, she says, "I never liked those ugly plates!"
And we laugh again!
I love family stories. You captured this one so well. "And we laugh again." Your remembrance can bring laughter for years to come.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Ramona!
DeleteI like the sound of your mom... bet that never happened agin!
ReplyDeleteShe's a hoot! ;0)
DeleteFamily stories that are told over and over! They become treasured memories!
ReplyDeleteSo true!
DeleteI love your parents! This is the second time that they have made me laugh! Great share!
ReplyDeleteAwww...Thanks, Malanie! ...I could have written all my slices on them! ;0)
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