My great Aunt Lou called me "kid." She told me she hoped that was all right; she had so many grand kids/nieces/nephews that sometimes she couldn't remember their names.
She had Oreo cookies, which my mother never bought, so yeah, it was ok with me if she called me kid. :gig
I never thought of myself as good looking. Someone told my mom that she thought I "had kind eyes." I looked at myself differently after that.
I notice eyes in other people when I meet them. Windows of the soul, after all.
Inner beauty is the only beauty worth aspiring to, IMO.
Beautiful...
I don't do apps. I do not scan QR codes. I don't do the Mperks the local store offers.
I don't bank online, either. I get my paper statement in the mail and balance my checkbook with a calculator.
That makes me cool since I was ... 16? I knew I wasn't cool, didn't fit in, and that was about the age I said the heck with it. It ain't never gonna work, so I'll concentrate on other things.
Where I live, it'll take 15-20 minutes for an ambulance to get to my house. If it's serious, yeah, I could be dead before they get there.
But I'm not living my life based on a possible emergency that might or might not ever happen someday. I live out here for the here and now.
My sister was the incompetent housekeeper. She did it on purpose? I think her strategy was to do it really badly so that mom got exasperated and didn't have her do it so that she herself would have to redo it.
Hubby gets that on occasion now. Remember, there are 4 stages to Santa Claus:
You believe in Santa Claus.
You don't believe in Santa Claus.
You are Santa Claus.
You look like Santa Claus.
One year for Christmas, hubby gave me a set of jumper cables and a tire inflator that runs off the car cigarette lights. Back when we called them a cigarette lighter.
And, yes, I thought that was a wonderful, thoughtful, caring Christmas present!
Nope, the pictures were all in lil ol' Grand Rapids, MI.
I'm not a prude. The coworkers I showed that image to were not prudes. One woman said, "That image is disturbing. Show it to the supervisor. We don't want to be known for printing that kind of stuff."
Supervisor kicked it up to the...
When I worked at the One Hour place, we looked at each negative. Not always possible to skip anything that was not allowed. We had a cover to put over the chute where the pictures came down in full view of anyone walking by in the mall.
At the professional photo lab, the owner told me to use my...