Kristine just told me this: "Marty was crying last night, and I thought he was roast beef." I only vaguely remember her saying something strange last night as I got up to take care of him.
Also, Marty spent most of dinner tickling his pasta.
All in all, my family is strange.
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Meashh, Meashh, malafacy. Yep. Your family is weird.
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