First - I was told I must make a correction to my last post. It wasn't tissue box violin - it was a margarine box... I guess it would be pretty funny to try and fit a tissue box under your chin :)
next memory - crude jokes
My mother is amused by many things - especially if they have crude connotations.
For instance, I have a very vivid memory of my mom and all us girls riding in the Van. We have a street in town called Butler Ave.
I don't know how the joke got started, but one day we all started coming up with variations to the name and making up songs about it...I don't think i need to explain more, but we could not stop laughing. it was all Butt this and Butt that... a mother laughing with her daughters - I love it.
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