LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, MEET…MY PARENTS.

Yep, no kidding.

That’s them–the old man and the infamous “Big Mamma”–showing the world why having children at the age of 21 isn’t necessarily a bad idea.

And also showing my brother, sister and me exactly how our inheritance is being spent.

Does the coconut fall far from the tree? You be the judge.

10 thoughts on “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, MEET…MY PARENTS.”

  1. Mary: You’re right. Having kids at 21 is useless if there’s a failure to launch thirty years later.

    TBF: Or, perhaps, the photographer snapped the picture just as my Dad was singing, “Who Let The Dogs Out?!”

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  2. Your ‘Big mamma’ is cute and slim.

    Hmmmm I had my daughter just before the age of 21. Were there were benefits?
    She made me grey earlier.

    By the way, I love how they’re spending your inheritance 🙂

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  3. Sal, my dear son,

    Just to clarify, I was 20 when you were born, not 21. And you were born 9 months and 14 days after our wedding day. But who’s counting?!

    Signed,
    Big Mamma

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  4. “Does the coconut fall far from the tree? “

    What’s this obsession with coconuts? Don’t tell me your folks are spending your inheritance on coconuts…

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  5. hahahaha – you’re too kind!

    But really…
    ‘Even a dictator knows better than to cross Euro-Trac’ is still the funniest thing I’ve ever seen on any blog ever!

    Well, to me obviously!? Maybe not anyone else! :O)

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