Thursday, February 02, 2006

20/365 Dolores

Early in our relationship, whenever Dolores phoned I invariably had to ask her to hold on--the pizza guy was at the door. She waited patiently, biting her tongue, but ultimately asked if I ever fed her son anything else. No, Chinese doesn't count.

2 Comments:

Blogger Jona said...

lol, bet her son never minded ;o)

5:44 PM  
Blogger - Christine said...

Ha! No he didn't! One thing's for sure the man did not marry me for my cooking!

7:19 PM  

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