I stopped my Mom's house on Wednesday for the obligatory plate of Corned Beef and Cabbage.
After the hug and kiss, I handed her an empty Ball Mason Jar.
Mom: "What's this for?"
Ken: "I'm returning it to you."
Mom: "From what?"
Ken: "The tomatoes you gave me."
Mom: "I haven't put up tomatoes in years. Look at the lid, it says '2003'"
Ken: "I know. I used the last jar last week."
Mom: "WHAT?"
Ken: "They looked fine. They smelled fine. They tasted fine. And I didn't get sick."
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