I went to Maggie's yesterday to drop off her laundry and give her some lemon chicken and rice and chicken parm and spaghetti. She started the conversation by saying she won't be able to eat it for a couple of days because she bought a couple of mini lobster rolls on Saturday.
She then says, "I didn't know you cooked like this." Apparently she thinks that I haven't been cooking for the last 40+ years.
She asked me whether she should keep some clothes she had bought (QVC). After nixing some Denim and Co. jerseys and some Women with Control slacks, she started bitching about her big floppy boobs. And that's when she flashed me.My aunt hopes to retain her vision for the upcoming family vacation, but we're not sure...
I have not illustrated this post for the obvious reasons.