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.
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lol, bet her son never minded ;o)
Ha! No he didn't! One thing's for sure the man did not marry me for my cooking!
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