“He’s so old that his blood type was discontinued.”
Mom always had a way of cracking me up, usually by saying something completely dry, completely hysterical, and I so treasure her witty, amusing comments.
Just this week I noticed a tiny dark spot on my wrist (hmm..maybe an OD of sunshine on summer vaca?) As I examined it a bit closer, I burst into laughter, as I “heard” Mom’s voice say, “OLD AND MOLDY!” If Dad had a spot on his leg, arm or anywhere, Ma would say, “that’s what happens, you get old and moldy.” If she saw a little freckle or sun spot, she’d say “OLD & MOLDY!”
Ma, you’re the best and you’re still making me laugh from wherever you are! I love you (and miss you) even more for it! Guess I’ll soon be a card-carrying member of the Old & Moldy Club!
(ITALIAN LESSON: Old people = i vecchi, gli anziani)
If “old and moldy” has you thinking about anyone you know (or has provoked a horrifying image of some crazy old decrepit neighbor) please leave a comment – we’d love to hear about your mold.
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