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gwywnnyddConversation today reminded me of a cute malapropism on my Mom's part during her T-day meal.
She'd invited me, J., Bug, and my Dad for T-Day Dinner, held on Sunday. So, meal is served, she wants to say grace. She's the only Christian at the table, but it's her house, owell. Clasp hands, politely bow head, and hear "We bless you, Lord . . .".
I *did* manage not to snicker out loud.
She'd invited me, J., Bug, and my Dad for T-Day Dinner, held on Sunday. So, meal is served, she wants to say grace. She's the only Christian at the table, but it's her house, owell. Clasp hands, politely bow head, and hear "We bless you, Lord . . .".
I *did* manage not to snicker out loud.
