My first mother-in-law was a real peach. I hated to lose her. I almost stayed married because I liked her so much. But Mattie, my wife, wouldn’t allow it. She said our marriage was like a peach rotting from the inside. You didn’t know it was bad until you picked it up. Not that you would pick up a marriage. I didn’t really understand that part. Sometimes I got lost following what Mattie said versus what she meant. Maybe that was the problem with our marriage.
This is a peach!