"Miss Martha, you are so weird!" "I know . . . isn't it wonderful!?"

. . . I’m done . . . here’s another reason . . .

 

K:  “So, I guess we’re not putting up a Christmas tree this year?”

M:  “I haven’t gotten that far yet.”

K:  “Call my mom.”

M:  “Why?”

K:  “Because she’ll come over and help you, it would be done by now.”

 

Because, you know, I married his mother.

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