A decade (plus) has passed since my parents came to live with me and my husband and our three sons. Sometimes I laugh, or cry or pull my hair out, but it has not been boring. Even the most mundane days are enlivened by unprompted remarks and unintentional antics of my parents that I lovingly refer to as Elder Folktales.
Showing posts with label It has to be a virgin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label It has to be a virgin. Show all posts
Friday, August 13, 2010
It has to be a Virgin
I took Mom grocery shopping the other day. We slowly shuffled down each aisle looking for items on her list. We were in the condiments aisle when I heard her proclaim loudly, "Where's the virgin, the recipe said it had to be a virgin!" You guessed it, she was looking for virgin olive oil.
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