Monday, November 16, 2009
Mangos!
Five years ago, on a family trip to Ft. Lauderdale, my dad convinced us to go to a restaurant (read: BAR) called Mango's. We drank frosty alcoholic beverages and watched people dance on the tables in clothing that failed to cover any substantial portion of their bodies. It was great family fun for everyone. During this, the 23rd week of pregnancy, in honor of our unborn (mango-sized) baby, I am finally going to put that horrifying night behind me.
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You're telling me that a mango is bigger than a squash? This is blowing my mind. In Brooklyn the mangos can't compete with the squash. So just to clarify, if someone says to me (as they often do), what fruit or veg is your niece this week, I will say, it depends on the geographic region...right?
It's bad enough you can't pronounce "alcohol", at least you need to spell it correctly!
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