Seeing my mother made me feel young … like I was twelve.
This past Friday I organized and cleaned things more thoroughly than usual. Why? Because my mother was coming to town; and I still want her to think I'm a good boy. How funny?
Here's another anecdote worth sharing. At breakfast today – my wife, Jennifer, dropped some food and responded by saying something in Indonesian.
My mother asked her if she just swore. Jennifer replied that she didn't.
So my mom asked what she would have said if she swore in Indonesian. Jennifer explained that Indonesians swear in English.
So there you have it, in case you think jazz music is the only form of expression that we've invented, now you know we also brought swear-words to the world.