My dad told me the worst swear word you could possibly say was "Bostonian." It meant "someone who has no private parts." My brother and I used the word until we were teenagers and my father giggled every time we said it, right before he sent us to our rooms.
When I was little my Dad told me that the tune played by the ice-cream van was the ice-cream man letting everyone know that he'd run out of ice-cream.
I'd like to marry me a man like that.
1 comment:
your dad might be a genius!!!
congrats on your degree!!! now we can hang out lots!!!
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