Friday, February 11, 2011

A Conversation with my oldest son

We were at the grocery store the other night and I saw "Mom's Meatloaf" for sale and suggested we each get one and see how it is.
Well, there was NO LOVE in that meatloaf. No one from MY FAMILY made that crap! It was like a brick of unknown meat substance!

Son: So I made that meatloaf last night. Not good.
Me: Yes, it was quite disgusting!
Son: Yeah! And what's worse is that I can feel it working through to my colon. Can't even describe that feeling!
Me: It's like.... smuggling a cell phone into a prison!

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