My Christmas carrots can claim the credit for jamming the disposal.
So, here's the family picture - Christmas eve, in the family homestead. I in cap and scarf. My siblings include one wife with husband, one husband with wife. A capped sister rounds it out. That man in the middle, that patriarch I suppose, has a twinkle in his eyes, a twinkle we never thought we'd know. It's thanks to a damsel at his new home, and not to family. "Hey, Good lookin'. What ya got cookin'?" she croons when she sees him coming. "I got a hot rod Ford and a two dollar bill. And I know a spot right over the hill. There's soda pop and the dancin's free. So if you wanna have fun, come along with me." he replies.
I could learn a thing or two from this man.
Hey good lookin! What ya got cookin? I got a new set of shelves in my room downstairs. They're pretty and white. I know a spot in that corner for you and for me. There's books, birds, dishes, and besides, it's free. If you wanna have fun, come along with me.
But if you wanna come visit, you must turn around to see. Besides my good lookin' corner, is the rest yet to be. That mess is my basement; that mess is like me. If you can call this visit fun, why then. Please come along with me.
Warning: In 2016 my curmudgeon comes out.