Last week I told the home care worker that she and mom could cook curried haddock for dinner. Mom’s response was, “that sounds disgusting.” To which I replied, “the last time I made it you couldn’t get enough.” The conversation ended with me saying, “fry the fucking fish then,” followed by my mumbling, “why not cook it in lard.” 284 more words
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She’s been with me for more than two years and since then, we really trust her, technically, on everything. She’s my Tatyana’s Nanny.
But she’s a family to us, and will always be. 576 more words