petite merde no. 1
Last night on Facebook, I posted the following status update:
Dear Hadley,
I forced our mother to eat french fries at lunch today. (She wanted bean salad. She wanted to pair her lobster club sandwich with BEAN SALAD.)
Sincerely yours,
Rachael
My sister responded with:
Remember when divorce started to become a common thing in the 70s and every kid was worrying about it and about which parent they’d want to live with if it happened in their family? In hindsight, the answer was pretty obvious.
Which is probably why she has another book deal, and I’m working on writing my signature with my left hand.
Classic!
Such a faux pas! So glad you were available to advise–such a helpful daughter 🙂
Good daughters never let their mothers eat bean salad.
Bahahahaha
Sweet
Hadley is almost as funny as you. Almost. ????
Bahahaha! Ditto what Stephbo said… *almost* as funny. (The two of you combined, however, are comedy gold.)
Challenge accepted, laydeez.
Merde.
I read that exchange and so wished I could spend time in person with your whole family. Such a hoot!
Bean salad should never have been on the menu.
That’s all I’m saying.