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Time for the vacuum cleaner. :P
Don’t you hate it when that happens. :P
Luckily, I don’t look like mom, but I sure sound like her at times.
If my youngest were in school today, that’s exactly what would happen. He wrote a drew some things that would seriously upset today’s teachers. Luckily, he had teachers with some understanding and a sense of absurd humour. :)
Performance art. :P
Reminds me of a giant sundae I ate when I was twelve. It was at the Big Scoop Ice Cream Palace in Vancouver. Their policy was that if you could finish it within a certain time frame (alone) then it was free. I did my best, but didn’t quite manage it in the time alloted. Still, it was the only thing I ate that day (after a full day of swimming). Luckily, mom didn’t hold supper for me. :D :P. (It wasn’t quite as big as the one in the cartoon, btw)
I remember my first (and only) pair of chunky platform shoes. I loved them and wore them every day and got pretty good at walking, running, and dancing in them. :P. Thank God, I don’t have them anymore. :)
I have a grandchild that is THAT restrictive.
Nobody is indigenous to anywhere (except Africans that are in Africa). We are ALL immigrants regardless of where we are or where we were born.