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Mark is sitting here, reading one of the comments from yesterday’s post, snorting happily at the image of my mother as Betty White.
My mom is so not Betty White.
And Mark is a teeny bit grudge-holding where my mother is concerned. He loves my mom, but he does not forget shit. He is …Dude Love
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I have been interviewed! I have never been interviewed before!
Well, actually, my statement has been taken several times . . . that is sort of like an interview. But not happy.
Hmmmm . . . let’s try again.
I have been interviewed in such a way that no authorities or insurance agents or …Grandma to worms
Last night — I am helping Maj gather the things she needs for her trip. She is going on a four-day retreat with the 5th and 6th graders at her school . . . Outdoor School, they call it. They head out into the “wilderness,” sleep in small cabins, and do all sorts of …Pioneer women
My mother is a lot of things. She is creative and crazy smart and wickedly funny. She has little patience for stupidity, and none for cruelty. She tends to speak her mind, even if no one has asked for her opinion. She is passionate in her conversations, and she quickly grows annoyed with people …Reading the signs
When I was kid, we used to play charades. All of us kids liked the chance to be the center of attention as everyone else tried to guess what we were acting out. Everybody wrote their phrase or title on little pieces of paper, folded them up, and put them in a hat.
Charades …First word . . . crazy
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