"I married a Slav," I tell friends. "Hey, don't call your wife a slob," they reply. "No, not slob---Slav," I clarify, "she's Austro-Slovenian." She's been a masterful teacher, cook (sausage, sauerkraut, potatoes---yum), gardener, florist, singer, and seamstress, and, of course, wife and mother. I'm sending her for yodeling lessons.
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