Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Mom’s handbag
Several years ago I stayed at home one day, while they went out for lunch. When they came back I got a whiff of something delicious, and guess what! There was a big chunk of lovely steak wrapped in a napkin in mom’s handbag. Since that day I always check her handbag for meat when she returns home from somewhere. One never knows.
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