Mom's pressure cooker exploded, splattering soup on the ceiling and walls. Dad called up a painter to give us an estimate. And Mom asks him "Do you know any nice boys for my daughter?" It’s not the first time Mom would try to fix me up. This religious bearded man probably will set me up with some nerdy ultra-Orthodox guy. "No, no, my grandson is a fine young man."
The fine young man came wearing purple slacks, orange, yellow, red sweater - real hippy fashion. Mom thought he was too much for me. That clinched it. We're married 36 years.
The fine young man came wearing purple slacks, orange, yellow, red sweater - real hippy fashion. Mom thought he was too much for me. That clinched it. We're married 36 years.
