Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Peaches
It would be utterly ridiculous if not altogether insulting to their integrity to say that these two perfectly sweet, charming, bright, funny, self-aware and highly compatible children who love each other's company will someday get married. What kind of moral monster of a parent would make such a suggestion?
Certainly not me.
Nope. Not me.
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My only concern is that I thought this was a done deal.
Are we going to let THEM decide?
Is this how it's done in Georgia? Trading peaches for wedlock?
And at such a young age...
A.
Well, don't underestimate the power of the peach to sweeten an arranged marriage deal. Ask the Baileys if those weren't the finest peaches they had ever eaten. (Just to set history straight, I was not the one who put them into a headlock and asked them that question every single, suffering day.) But go ahead. Ask them.
What could be better than a fresh peach?
I'll tell what would be. Up here in the KC area, I could offer a Peach Nehi ice cream float. That's what.
Not for marrying off my kids, mind you. I've changed subjects on you, to "what's better than a fresh peach?" and off of "what would I promise my child to another parent's kid for?"
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All we know for sure is that if zucchini are ever involved, the deal is off.
Well.... Wait. What kind of zucchini?
Every man has his price.
Where I come from, we marry for money, not zucchini.
S-S,
"Now I ain sayin she's a squash digger..."
A.
What about sweet corn? Now that is a valuable commodity.
AD-but bless her heart, she only married him for his parents' vegetable garden, the little hussy.
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