B.C. by Mastroianni and Hart for August 26, 2017

Somehow, I don’t think Greta forgot.

No re-Greta.

The day one of our relatives came to our supper drunk. We broke her big bottle of Windsor Canadian and told her never to visit us again.

My taste buds have a rutabaga allergy. (Or, rootabeggar, as we pronounced it).

Here we go again, walk all over Christianity but don’t even THINK anything negative or even questionable about the I religion. Tiring, and certainly not funny.

And today is the Rutabaga Festival in Askov, MN.

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Whatever you do, don’t eat the tuna casserole.

The first thing I thought of was the joke:

“Sir, if you were my husband, I’d poison your tea!”

“Madam, If I was your husband, I’d drink it!”

Good one………..for a change!

I can pretty much recognized any food I don’t like or am allergic to, strange her Husband didn’t. Of course Greta might have intended it to be his Last anything.