My folks wouldn’t get one of the “major” credit cards because my mom simply refused to pay an annual fee (which they ALL used to have). When “Discover” (originally a part of Sears’ credit services) came out in 1985, it was the first card with no annual fee so Mom decided to get one. (It also wasn’t accepted in a whole lot of places – luckily she didn’t use it much anyway.)
The exhaustion and distraction of parenting will leave you forgetting your own name let alone your child. My wife and I raised 4. We never left any of them in a car like that (at least that I’M aware of), but I can see how incredibly easy it is for that to happen.
It’s not intentional. It just happens.
One of my earliest memories is reaching out with my arm and “punching” the kick-release mechanism to lower the side of the crib. It would drop down and stop with just enough room between the mattress and the top rail to not crush my arm.
Mom said she gave up on both cribs and daytime naps that day.
Winston Churchill. My Dad has a WWII book (published by Time-Life maybe?) that has a chapter devoted to him. The first sentence of that chapter reads “Remember him, for he saved all of you.”
No sleeping in for me today. Gotta meet an old friend at the restaurant for breakfast at 6:00 a.m. ;)
It’s an interesting coincidence to me that they’d have a comic that begins with the line “The Gift of Flight” today of all days. EAA Airventure Week in Oshkosh (largest airshow of its kind in the world) was supposed to be happening this week.
At my kid’s Middle School it’s chili. Their big annual music fundraiser involves a full day devoted to performances in the gymnasium while 50/50 raffles and gift-basket auctions are running in the corner of the cafeteria. The centerpiece of it all is chili.
The first time we went, we had heard about how fantastic the chili was. The recipe had been passed down from someone who had long been involved with the school fundraiser. Now some close relation of that person was in charge and the chili was supposed to be “as wonderful as ever.”
With these expectations set in our minds, my wife and I were game to give it a go. I can’t begin to express my disappointment. This “chili” was little more than bad home-made spaghetti sauce. I don’t pretend to be an expert on chili, but this stuff makes Hormel look like gourmet food.
Now we get lunch BEFORE we go.
Should probably also mention minimum wage at the time as a frame of reference: In 1987 it was 3.36 an hour IIRC. As a 16 year old working part time in a grocery store I started out at 2.85 an hour.
Well, there WAS that. :)
My Dad would think nothing of drinking half a pot of (rather strong) coffee between 7 p.m. and 8 p.m. then go to bed at 9:30 p.m. and sleep like a baby.