She Was Obsessed With Radishes

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This old gal…

Found a picture of that father of hers… and his mother…sitting next to each other…at a holiday dinner…
Czech head me…marveled at how strong that square head gene is…mother and son…same head…same features…same facial expression…

Shared the photo with those daughters of mine…laughing at the family resemblance…the immediate response…not exactly…what was expected…is that a bowl of radishes on the table…said one…followed by hahahas and lols…now we know…where you get your radish obsession…

Can’t say little me remembers bowls of radishes sitting on the table like they were the coveted green bean casserole or something…but pictures…do not lie…and neither do those ladies of mine…cuz this old gal…IS obsessed with radishes…loves radishes…especially tiny ones…fresh from the garden…always have a bowl in the fridge…snack on them while cooking…eat them with a meal…have a couple after…

Have a feeling…the family radish loving gene may stop…with this old gal…but if so…
She was obsessed with radishes…would be an immortalizing zinger…on a headstone…
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And those daughters of mine…just might agree…