My wife didn't have her glasses on so she asked me to read it to her. I could barely choke it out.
I lost my father in 2006 from a sudden heart attack. He was 56. I'll be 53 in July. Our last conversation over the phone was pretty much verbatim of the part where Sheldon retconned his last conversation with George where they both told each other they loved them.
The vanity card hit me so hard. I'm just glad I got to tell my dad I loved him one more time before he left us. Damn.
I guffawed out loud when Johnny and Rosanna went to the bishop about getting married and he told them they were unequally yoked and he wouldn't marry them.
My wife's pastor said the same thing when we went to our first and last pre-marital counseling session with him.
We'll be celebrating 25 years this October. Suck it, Pastor Jack.
My mother in law was married to a guy who owned a bunch of farms and a trucking company in north central IL. He's pretty wealthy but you wouldn't know it just talking to him. He's very smart and funny but at heart is just a down home guy. Still has the Firebird he bought brand new when he was in high school in the early seventies but otherwise just drives a beat up pickup and prefers Marlboros and Budweiser to figs and wine. Steven reminds me a lot of him.
Monkfish might have a funky odor. I remember an episode of Hell's Kitchen where a cheftestant threw a bunch of it in the trash thinking it was bad, Sous Chef Scott pulled it out and said, "It smells like monkfish..."