Actually what made me think of this thread was Pops flapper in his throat quit flapping and he had to have a feeding tube put in. He loved to eat. He'd eat a huge meal and tell Ma, that was a right tasty snack. LOL yeah it'd piss her off, him calling it a snack after she'd cooked all day.
I really figured he'd just give up when he found out he couldn't have anything by mouth anymore, but he didn't. I'm just amazed that he can be in the house with her cooking things all the time for the rest of the family and it not drive him crazy. See we never know what might happen in our lives to create a last supper that we actually taste. I know some cancer patients can't taste stuff due to treatments.
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Yeah so what if I'm triple dipped in awesome sauce?
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