Yes, I know. Thanks MDMom. Now I blame the darn designer of those benches. They must have been very tiny people :-)
Never met another woman I wanted to be like with one exception….my Mom.
Ill bet he’s thinking “It wasn’t meant to be sweetheart…I need my space.”
When my ex and I worked on his families dairy farm it was my FIL that drove the most expensive equipment. He wouldn’t let anyone else near it. I learned to drive the smaller tractor with the bucket loader though. It was fun! Still have a picture somewhere of me driving it. As to the age of neighboring kids driving equipment they learned at a very young age. Most sat on Dad’s lap at first and were driving by the time they could reach the pedals.
They may need something stronger when they see the final bill Bob…..and that will just be for the 1st semester.
OUCH! That happened to me when I was young. I was always bigger and taller than other girls when I was young. I sat down on the bench up it went. I was SO embarrassed and humiliated. I’ll never forget it. I’m sure bear will go along with no problems though.
I’d pass on the convertible but would never have missed an opportunity to sit on a warm beach with the love of my life and watch the sunset….
Foregoing the cat comment I wish to agree with Amanda about the weather. Don’t know where you are but here in PDX/WA we haven’t had but a few days over 70. Rainy and grey. NOT typical summer time here at all.
I agree M B. I don’t like garage sales. Mostly junk or lots of baby clothes. We have some very unique second hand stores in Portland, OR. My friend and I enjoy spending time in them just wandering through. Typically it’s both clothing and other memorabilia.
She and I also helped run a clothing room for homeless folks out of a church for many years. We relied on donations, and even bought needed items like socks and underwear. We would also stop at garage sales and ask the folks running it if they would donate any leftovers to the church. Many were happy to do it. We’d pick up the clothing when the sale was done.
It was an eye opener for me as I’d never had to live that way. My friend on the other hand had lived on the streets for five years with her husband when they were in their 50’s, and had shared some horrific stories about those days. I was glad to help and for the most part it changed my perspective on homeless folks. They’re not all bad people, just in bad circumstances.
Sounds like a great idea! I’m glad you had the foresight to do it slowly so they could get use to it.