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Usually after one of us kids did something irremediable, Dad's version of getting the toothpaste back in the tube, " Well I guess the sh!t's outa that horse."
One of us, " But Dad, if..."
Dad, "If my sister had testicles she'd be your uncle."
Mom's favorite curse at us kids, "I hope you get one just like you!"
Wooden spoons, mom always kept one in her purse. One day at the market we're at the counter, paying for groceries when mom busts one across my ear. The clerk to my mother, " Lady, now I know why you buy 'em by the dozen."
Mom's Sicilian salute: She'd fully extend her hand with her fingers tightly together, clench the edge of her index finger between her front teeth then smartly snap her hand forward. For added emphasis she'd sometimes tremble with rage other times she'd calmly smile while performing the gesture. It all depended upon the particular company present at the time. This gesture was only used when justice needed to be delayed and wooden spoons would be inappropriate.
Nonna, rather apologetically after introducing me to one of her friends, "He's a little lively".
I'm glad they hadn't yet invented Prozac.
Happy Easter, Guys
-'butcher
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