Christmas Eve Eve
my mothers dinner
with Del you know car
and he takes me there so can sign my book the my father told me that my mothers. Everything went until night when my that there was gravy on my mothers new suede kitchen chairs, and from tough Italian five
About ten minutes later he comes out and starts to say that he doesn't care about it, he just cares that they're my mother's chairs. "Sure," I say. "That's why."
My mother and I laugh and laugh, and then he takes me home in order for him not to be able to jump start my car. -Hangs head-
It was one hell of a day to say the least.