My dad’s was Dec 20, his mom’s the 21st and his sister’s the 25th. Every year, I refused to send my aunt either Christmas presents or cards… but I dang sure sent her birthday presents and cards. I love the Vicar too…. still go through it at least once a year on britbox.
When my dad died, I inherited a lot of his models that he had done over the decades…. his Rat Fink is sitting on top of his urn right now. Even came across several of his “Car Toons” mags he collected back in the 60’s.
Thank you… but…. b***ch would be more anatomically accurate for me… and one I pride myself on hearing often. I simply asked the fella what his mother thought of the way he talked to women, how she must be SOOO proud of him for showing what a man he really is and if he’d have the guts to say what he said to me straight to HER face.
Reminds me of our family’s tradition of dumplings and sauerkraut on New Year’s day…. kinda like the southern tradition of black eyed peas and greens. We had to eat one strand of kraut… and I hated it. The dumplings were prepared on top of the kraut so it was hard to avoid… but I’d do my best to do just that!
It was NOT abuse…. it was my unwillingness to even try it to see whether or not I liked it. My mom would never make us eat something if we honestly didn’t like it, but we had to at least try it first. Liver was one of the few things that I honestly didn’t like. Sauerkraut is another such food. So, on liver nights, my sister, brother and I got hot dogs instead. My sister ended up liking liver and onions, my brother and I never did.
I remember a plate of liver that I was served every meal for two days, until I finally tried it, when I was Carly’s age. And that was in the days before microwaves.
a belated happy birthday!