short, beige, hazel, brown, athletic, grandma
I had never really talked to a long haired guy before and was curious enough to check him out. Turns out he had a college degree, which was a rare find in that remote mountain town. My three sisters had married high school dropouts, so I wasn’t going to let this one go too soon.
Yes. We were already engaged when he surprised me showing up clean shaven. A few days later, he showed up with a haircut. That was 48 years ago.
Except for being pudgy, he looks like my husband when I met him. He was back from Vietnam, and had just gone thru a heartbreaking divorce. He cleaned himself up after meety me. I didn’t ask him to. He just did it. By giving him a chance, I gave him something to live for.
The punchline is funny because it is a comic. I am not so sure a nineteen year old has gotten beyond doing harmless practical jokes, but this week has been over the top. At 17, yes, but to embarrass her mother at 19 like that is something she should have outgrown. It would have been okay to write about her mother’s aching feet after her busy day. It would have been okay to say that she fell into a deep sleep at the table. Today I learned that my mother can work herself to to sleep. Now that would have been acceptable and sympathetic.
She has gone from T-shirts to produce. In real life, that is how it works. Earn enough to lease the land and farm it. Keep both businesses going. Take baby steps to success.
Gloves, hats, jeans, and an old shirt are fashionable in the garden, Tiffany. Sundresses are out of place.
I can’t stop laughing.
Better build another room onto the house.
Oh, good. We get to see Dez. The others at the dorm can stay there.