Sunday, August 31, 2008
Particular
At dinner tonight Ivy wanted some "fresh" fish. As in, more from the pan, and not the cut up bites already on her plate. John got up to get it for her, and I said, "Ivy, that's mighty particular." I'm Southern. That "mighty" was long and drawn out. Her immediate reply was, "No, Mom! That's my de-particular."
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