Lil Boo, almost 4 yrs old: Mommy, I want to marry Poppa, I like him.
(she'd just watched a wedding show on TV with our daughter. Poppa-> Grampa)
Mommy: But Nammie is married to Poppa.
Lil Boo: She can't, I WANT to marry Poppa.
Me: She can marry him if she wants, as long as I have access to his money.
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| Poppa got her a ring. Her rock's bigger than mine. Pffhhht. |
I laugh every time I walk in and out of the two automatic doors at the gym. I feel like Get Smart when he walks through all those doors at full speed. Yeah.. laugh if you will honey but if you're picturing it, we're around the same age.
LOL @ the lady @ the hardware store.
No problem when you walked right by me, straight to my hubby in the next isle and offered your uhhh.. services. I laughed when you made an about face and followed him right to me. Yeah, me. The one that needed help. The dirty look you gave me? Whatever. I've had much prettier and sluttier try to poach. However, you crossed the line when you yarded back the ladder I was leaning against to tie my shoe. You knew it, you smirked.
Suck it up, Buttercup, I can't help if I'm skinner/younger than you and I have the man you are
You wanna play the game? Bring it, I can deal with a grown women. But I'm not going to play with you today, I left grade school quite some time ago.
Speaking of. I signed up for my my high school reunion. Um do I gotta put the number of years..? I don't wanna. But I guess I'm gonna.
Alumni Class of '80.
Just how the hell am I going to remember these people?!
I'm going to hide behind my high school lifelong bestie is what I'm going to do.
My eldest daughter was born the wrong era. I've always known, she's such an old soul. Her personality, her beliefs.. her thought processes. The concrete proof came when we went shopping a couple of days ago and we happened along a hat store. She walked out with two hats, one I'm very envious of. Well I'm envious of the fact she suits hats. I don't suit them at all.
Anyhow... Proof in the pudding.
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| '20's styling |
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| Newspaper boy styling |
What about you, my bloggy friends, what are your musings of the day?
My musings of the day? Well, let's see...my 17 yo daughter just tracked the mailman down in her car. She is having a stroke waiting for the college acceptance letters to come. In other news, my son, who is getting married on the 30th...is flying in tonight at 9:40. I haven't seen him since August. Class of 1980, 'eh? Mine is '84...and my daughter is an old soul too. Merry Christmas!
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