The local weathergirl here posted a picture of herself one day wearing her grandmother’s “vintage” jacket…from the 90s. I’ll get my cane and hobble away now.
One reason I love my manual, although I used a valet service at a hospital one time and the kid had to be rescued by another worker because he couldn’t drive it. The mechanics at the shop when I have to take the car in love to drive it.
My sister, blond, blue eyed and freckled, has had several spots removed from her face and legs. A few weeks ago I had a slice taken off my ear (who remembers to lotion their ears?) but fortunately it turned out to be a skin problem, no cancer. Whew!
My father sort of knew who we were, but not “when” we were. He declared one day that he was going to “marry that girl” (my mother), and cried when my sister told him she was in her 40s. My hope is that I die suddenly in my sleep.
I used to be pretty good at roller skating, but now I can’t even stand up in them. My center of gravity must have shifted!