Reminds me of my FIL, a lifelong farmer,who could never kill and butcher an animal he had raised. When they had hogs, he’d send The Old Sarge, at that time a high schooler, to the hog pen with the .22. He hated hogs (and loved bacon and ham), so it was never a problem for him!
Yep. At our last the former head cheerleader stood up when the reunion chairman asked if we were going to do this again in 5 years, and said: “We’re dropping like flies! Better make it 3!” So year after next . . .
But isn’t BD right? Isn’t that what all of us say (or think) when we see our old classmates? My 50th reunion (and my 50th wedding anniversary) were absolutely full of old people!
Janine looks like every parent everywhere.