My Daughter Called on Easter and Whispered, “Dad… He Hurt Me Again”—Twenty Minutes Later, I Walked Into Her Husband’s Mansion
“What?”
“How long do you cook a ham?”
I laughed.
“That depends.”
“Of course it does.”
“Weight?”
She told me.
“Bone-in?”
“What?”
“How long do you cook a ham?”
I laughed.
“That depends.”
“Of course it does.”
“Weight?”
She told me.
“Bone-in?”
