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Pretzels, Bunnies and Chocolate…OH MY!!!

~ Regan Ford Nesbitt ~ Leave a comment

So, this morning, I am talking to my Mom. There is a bag of chocolate covered pretzels in the bed. And then…..

ME:  Mom, why do you have chocolate covered pretzels in the bed?

MOM:  Oh..those aren’t mine.

ME:  Ummmmm

MOM:  Gloria gave them to me…I’m not eating them.

ME:  Well…why is the top of the bag ripped open and half of them are gone?

MOM:  She gave them to me like that.

ME:  (Smirk)

MOM:  …and I have a chocolate covered bunny that stays under the bed. He likes chocolate covered pretzels.

ME:  (side eye)

MOM:  I let him come out sometimes…just to chat.

ME:  Are you still sleep?

MOM:  No…

ME:  I got a message from Aunt Phyllis…I need to catch up with her today.

MOM:  My sister is crazy as sh*t. I am beginning to wonder which of my sisters is the nuttiest!

ME:   Mom….you JUST said that you have a chocolate covered bunny who likes chocolate covered pretzels that lives under your bed. And…oh yeah.. that you occasionally chat with!    I think YOU ARE!!
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The MRI and the Crooner

~ Regan Ford Nesbitt ~ Leave a comment

You gotta love it when you take your Dad to have a MRI (his 5th) and when he is finished, he wheeled out singing Luther Vandross.

MRI Tech:   Ms. Ford, your Dad is finished.

ME:  Thanks

MRI TECH:  He did really well.

ME:  (smiles)

*** I go into the room…wait for Dad. The MRI Tech wheels him out ***

DADDY:  Babygirl, I was listening to Luther!
(hands raised like he is about to croon)

ME:   Really? (smiling hard)

DADDY: Yeah…Luther Vandross.  I love me some Luther!
(makes the iconic do do do do doooo Luther sound)

DADDY: (singing, while being wheeled to the dressing room)
“A chair is still a chair, even when there’s no one sittin’ there
But a chair is not a house and a house is not a home….”

I love how this Man has taught me to find joy during harsh moments

c.1975 Christmas Eve

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Christmas Eve c.1975.

My cousin Kymmy and I look like we were kidnapped from Whoville.

I am staring at the camera like:

really, REALLY… y’all gonna leave my hair like this and TAKE A PICTURE?

And Kymmy has the nerve to grin.   C’mon cousin…you have a comb stuck on the top of your head and I think Mama put a binder clip in mine.

And wait….had we been skiing???  I look like I had on goggles all day and have white rings around my eyes.

Where were our parents??!!?? ROFL

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!!
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