When I was growing up, ice cream was off limits. So was cake. Peanut butter and chocolate were out of bounds, too.
Rebecca would be in jail all weekend, unless Mum paid her bail, $4300. So, Mum concocted a cruise story, smiled and walked away with the cards (we don’t know how many).
It wasn’t a race to see who could finish first, but who could be the silliest as they dressed. Faces mattered!
Just for fun, let me ask you: Do you put both socks on, then shoes? Or are you a sock, sock, shoe, shoe person?
I really meant to stop by and chat, see how you’re doing and all. Stuff’s piled up, you know…You look great, by the way!
Missing: the art of negotiation. Can this be why patriarchal companies are attracted to Trump’s business style? Confusion’s trickle-down effect…
How about we jump to the next scene, at home, about two hours later? Hubs has unloaded the car, and we’re gathering debris from the yard…
When Humpty Dumpty falls, there’s no egg on the sidewalk!
Has the curse of three visited you?