NO MATTER HOW YOU SLICE IT...
I used to wonder, when I was a kid, why Grandpa John always took out his pocket knife and sliced pieces off an apple as he sat on "his" chair on the back porch. Why didn't he just take a big chomp out of it, the way we did? Mama didn't like him. She had her reasons for saying he was a mean old... Sign in to see full entry.