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My daughter comes home and asks me what's for dinner. ( of course that's always the first thing that comes out of her mouth ) I tell her I'm making potato soup.
To which she replies "wow, we must really be poor if you're trying to turn potatos into soup" friggin kids. |
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hey a 10 pound bag of taters at wal mart for a buck right now. I'm going be making all kinds of things out of potatoes.. |
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hey a 10 pound bag of taters at wal mart for a buck right now. I'm going be making all kinds of things out of potatoes.. |
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Jill, what time is dinner. I love potato soup!
Lo, they are cheap at Wally World right now... I am making baked potato soup tomorrow... |
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I thought they were just cheap here cause well...Idaho. Good to know they are only 50 cents more for ya'll.
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My daughter comes home and asks me what's for dinner. ( of course that's always the first thing that comes out of her mouth ) I tell her I'm making potato soup. To which she replies "wow, we must really be poor if you're trying to turn potatos into soup" friggin kids. |
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didn't potatoes attack the Irish at some point?
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My daughter comes home and asks me what's for dinner. ( of course that's always the first thing that comes out of her mouth ) I tell her I'm making potato soup. To which she replies "wow, we must really be poor if you're trying to turn potatos into soup" friggin kids. |
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woohoo...
potato soup is good... but home fries are better! yummmmy |
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didn't potatoes attack the Irish at some point? Yes, the potatoes grew resistant to Irish teeth and grew skin like leather. |
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Edited by
Moblodite
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Sat 01/09/10 09:46 AM
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My daughter comes home and asks me what's for dinner. ( of course that's always the first thing that comes out of her mouth ) I tell her I'm making potato soup. To which she replies "wow, we must really be poor if you're trying to turn potatos into soup" friggin kids. Just tell her... NO, Rock soup is poor!! Then ask if she would like a bowl of snow ice cream! |
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That reminds me of a story my Irish grandmother used to tell (to my chagrin) about how when I was not much more than a toddler, I watched my mom throwing out the left over spegetti we'd had for dinner. I asked her "grandma? What's that?" She said "garbage" So then the next time I found out we were about to have spegetti at the dinner table with my dad's boss at the time, she said that I blurted out with enthusiasm " OH BOY!!! Garbage!!!
I guess it was funnier when she told it. Rest well Grandma. Love ya... |
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That reminds me of a story my Irish grandmother used to tell (to my chagrin) about how when I was not much more than a toddler, I watched my mom throwing out the left over spegetti we'd had for dinner. I asked her "grandma? What's that?" She said "garbage" So then the next time I found out we were about to have spegetti at the dinner table with my dad's boss at the time, she said that I blurted out with enthusiasm " OH BOY!!! Garbage!!! I guess it was funnier when she told it. Rest well Grandma. Love ya... |
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