“Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. Men don’t want to reach for the good ones because they’re afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren’t as good, but easy. So the apples at the top think there is something wrong with them, when in reality, they’re amazing. They just have to wait for the right boy to come along, the one who’s brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.”
– Unknown Author
My parents tied the knot when my mother was just 17 and my father was a youthful 21. Those two silly kids are still going strong, all these years later. I joke that if nothing else, they are role models in perseverance.
I look like an exact mix of the both of them, no?
My mother (who I lovingly refer to as “Bert”) had been coveting the iPad for months and finally purchased one. It is now an appendage of hers — a third arm if you will. I arrived at my parents’ house the other day to find Bert and my father (“Mikey”) sitting at the dining room table. He was eating in silence and she was pecking away at her beloved rectangular gadget.
I can’t believe I had to put my iPad down for this…
Me: “Hey guys. What’s up?”
Mikey: “Hi there. Not much, just eating some lunch.”
Bert: “Shhh! Both of you! I need to concentrate! It’s my turn to make a word.”