Reply #3: Sorry, we can't make it to your house for Thanksgiving [View All]

but thanks for asking us.

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OMG, that's the biggest laugh I had all day.

My parents did not have a lot of discretionary money when I was a child. On more than one occasion, something terrible happened while my mom and I were cooking dinner. One time, we were making spaghetti. We had just poured the seasoning packet over the ground meat when we realized there were weevils in the sauce packet. Mother kept skimming off the dead bodies as they rose to the top of the sauce, saying, over and over: "Don't you dare tell your Daddy! And I better see you EATING this at the table!" Another time, Mother had just beaten a round steak into total submission when the dog stole it off the kitchen counter. Mother grabbed a broom and chased the dog, screaming, "Give me that steak, you son of a bitch!" She wrestled that steak away from the dog and rinsed it off, saying, "Don't you tell your Daddy what happened."

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Damn, I miss my parents.