"DINNER IS OVER", i yelled as i smashed my small, hairy fist into the plate of refried beans. she looked at me from accross the table; i could tell that she had already fallen for me as she poured the remainder of her steaming, cheesey pierogies into her shirt. she kind of made a little bowl by pulling the bottom of her shirt out and up, similar to a kangaroo's pouch - it was the most beautiful thing i had ever seen.

i motioned to her,"let's get out of here". she followed happily. as we walked together along the beach that night, eating the pierogies out of her ingenious shirt pouch, we knew that our love was meant to be.

so anyway that's how me and mom met now stop asking me questions and eat your damn pierogies out of your shirt that's the only rule in this house and you know it.