Mom's back from the island. Reports regarding my impression on the women aged fifty to sixty of the extended family bring no surprises:
"I couldn't take my eyes off him. I couldn't believe how handsome, how upright, how serious, proper... how good he is."
*BWAAAR, HAR HAH HaHAHAR...*
Thirty-one years old, and still fooling everyone.
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Mom was in the neighborhood for a dentist's appointment today, so the whole family went out to lunch. Afterwards, in the parking lot:
Mom: Where are the car keys?
Dad: You tell me.
Mom: You have the keys!
Dad: I have no keys. How did you drive us here?
Mom: I don't have the keys. You must have them.
Dad: No I don't. You had to drive the car somehow.
Mom: You took them! You must have tak-- here they are.
Dad: Told you.
Mom drove away, and I gave Dad a ride in my car. He pulled out his keys. "I have the spares, but I can't let those go. Then we'd lose both sets."