My cats could hear the can opener…it wasn’t electric…
I see this in comics and TV all the time: kids being crossing guards or hall monitors. I have NEVER seen it in real life. It never happened at my school, and it has never happened at my daughters’ schools (different city).
I was at a friend’s house. My friend’s mom had a bunch of Siamese cats. Once when I was over a friend of the mom’s came over. She looked on top of the TV and said, “What a pretty statue of a cat!”…until the “statue” blinked at her. The cat had been sitting up, perfectly still.
In Elementary school, I had a book report due. I had to make a diorama of a scene from a book I read. One Sunday evening, I walked up to my parents, who were watching TV. I asked if they could help me. My dad asked, “When is it due?” I said, “Tomorrow.” He asked, “When did you know about it?” I told him; it was a couple of weeks ago. He said, “You got yourself into this situation, you get yourself out.” That was the LAST time I EVER procrastinated (and I did squeak by with a B).
To me, unless they belong to a baby, there is no such thing as “cute feet”. :)
Agreed. I hadn’t eaten McD’s in over 30 years, until the day we bought our car last year. VERY long story short: it took so long that we were SOOO hungry that we stopped at the very first place we found, which was McD. I was reminded WHY I hadn’t eaten McD’s in over 30 years. In no all-fired hurry to go back.
A memory: It was High School Picture Day. The Drama club was called in to have a club picture. One girl thought she was all that & a bag of chips, so she sat herself front and center. One guy came in and sat next to her. I came in, and he called me over (I don’t mind sitting in front because I’m short, but was fine off to the side) and I sat next to him. He was gently scootching over, making “her” scootch over as well. Then another guy came in, sat on my other side. The photographer asked the front row to move over a bit, which caused “her” to have to move back a row…putting me front and center, which is where the two guys I was sitting with thought I should be. In the picture, she is “smiling” but you can tell she’s not happy, and I’m smiling but looking a bit embarrassed. (Side note: Drama Club and Chorus were the only places in high school where I felt I belonged.)
One thing; I don’t have to worry about the “office romance” on either side in our marriage. My boss’ wife sat in on my job interview. One of the reasons I was hired was because she trusted me; she could tell that I was in a dedicated marriage, and that her husband wasn’t attracted to me physically. In the 10 years we’ve worked together he has never been improper with me, but he also trusts me with confidences and some personal stuff. I’m really like his “office wife”…without the physical stuff, and his wife knows and appreciates it. As for my husband, he works 3rd shift with a team he can barely tolerate, plus they have a strict fraternization rule.
…or is stuck in the ’80s…
When I was a kid, we called those ponytails; pigtails was another word for braid.