A joke goes horribly horribly wrong. Or horribly horribly right?

So dad really really loves the garden. After all, he and mom started it before I was born, and both of my parents are really glad I've picked it up again, now that they can't do the sort of intensive labor that a vegetable garden needs. Mom still helps out, G-d bless her, watering during … Continue reading A joke goes horribly horribly wrong. Or horribly horribly right?