I’m not sure but my parents might be on this cruise. I mean, the possibility is distant. They were on a cruise that was leaving at the same time/same day, but I’m not sure if it was this one, and all cruises for the week leave around then.

If so, Happy 75th Birthday, Mom and Dad. Hope you didn’t eat too much metamucil.

With Meatmucil, they could entertain themselvees as well as their friends.

If it’s a repositioning cruise, go for the Trivia Quiz and note the correct answers; next week, same cruise, same quiz—but you can git 100%!

(I don’t know if I should have used a semi-colon or colon up there. Back to the books I guess!

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If so, Happy 75th Birthday, Mom and Dad. Hope you didn’t eat too much metamucil.

Your parents have the same birthday?

My father has a summer birthday, and my mother’s birthday is in the winter. I guess this is when they could take the cruise to celebrate both.

So no, not the same birthday, but they ARE cousins! They didn’t know until we travelled to Slovakia. After a long and harrowing journey to a remote town in the eastern mountains (near the Ukraine), we found my grandfather’s birthplace. My father shouted at two non-English speaking elderly peasant ladies about his grandfather, then beat me when they started watching me draw stick figures and a family tree. But I managed to articulate the point he was trying to make, and pretty soon they were both sobbing and hugging us, and calling the woman who turned out to be my father’s first cousin.

His cousin took us to her cottage and showed us HER copy of our family tree. It was much, much more extensive than mine. Dad saw it first. “There you are, dear. What’s that line going to? There’s your mom ...” Mom pushed away her coffee, set down her ham sandwich, and said little the rest of our visit with our new cousin. Mom has never forgiven her.

FYI (and don’t get tooo freaked out that I know this but) I’m pretty sure your parents and my parents were married in the same month of the same year (July, 1958).

Surmised from comments.

So this is some kind of kinky 4-way relationship thing that resulted in you two?

Well, cool!

Haha! No, that’s when my mom got pregnant (Mom won’t admit to it, but my sister was born 8 months later, and was “late"). The marriage was in very early August, 1958. They’d been dating three months at that point, so it was time.

My parents are late July, I remember from a mention of 50th wedding anniv

You’re stalking my mom, aren’t you? You like 75-year-old grandmothers with stained-glass pictures of the pope in their front rooms, is that it?

Hot damn, you’re kinky.

You know, I wish you didn’t have to be so secretive about it. If you want her, I can arrange a meeting, you know. For a price.

Take her out for a nice dinner. Maybe at Old Country Buffet.

(not my actual mother, by the by)

Gilfy

Where IS that woman in that picture, anyway? The statues behind her suggest a tiki bar, but the food looks like reheated Boston Market.