Sorry Mr. Bear, but you guys made the birds really mad at me when you came up to the feeders by the house and stole all the bird food. I know it was you because the feeders were taken to the trees at the end of the yard where we found them and they were on branches over 6 feet high! You scared the bejeebers out of my kitties!
Have your wife try a 10% solution of clove bud oil in sesame oil or skincare oil of her choice (I use sesame oil made by Neutrogena). It will also repel ants, ticks, and chiggers. If I don’t use it, I get eaten alive!
YAY!!! And Harley is right, Daisy is a keeper!
Lottie and Mildred also betrayed her when they looked up her birth father without her permission. Besides, whether or not I liked the other person my bestie was going to defend against a gang, I would still be there at her side and she knows it. I detest bullies but I really detest bullies that need their posse to help them bully.
Generally speaking, I have not had problems with my feet hurting. Now when some 200-pound elephant in spiked heels stepped on my foot, it hurt like hell. It also hurt when I missed a step and ripped a bunch of tendons and ligaments in my foot and ankle, and while that injury still causes some soreness, I can honestly say that, no, my feet don’t hurt. For the record, I was wearing “sensible” shoes (loafers) when I fell. I do wear heels, and when I was younger, wore platforms up to 6 inches high. My heels are all between 2-3 inches high. I don’t wear mules or thongs (the shoe that is). I like my shoes to strap on so they don’t fall off when I walk. I also am not embarrassed to purchase my correct size instead of cramming my feet in a smaller shoe for vanity’s sake as I know many other women do. My feet are pretty happy.
A lot of people had it much worse than me so I still feel blessed to be where I am today. Things were so different back then. One of my friends in elementary school was sexually abused by her father then later her older brother. She was a year younger than me. At the time, I didn’t understand what was going on but came to realize it later. The saddest part is that almost all the adults in the area and the school system knew the situation (her mother also turned tricks) but instead of helping her, they just kept their kids away from her. I think our house was one of the few safe spots for her. I often wonder what became of her as I haven’t lived in the area since the 80s. Now, her life really sucked!
Poor Shauna, it is horrible to be betrayed by the people you trusted. Second chances are iffy to give because, as the old saying goes “Screw me once, shame on you, screw me twice, shame on me.” Once the trust bond is broken, it can seldom be fixed.
My younger sister used to climb out of the back window when she was in high school. It started in 9th grade and continued until she moved out of the house.
Not all women, only the foolish ones. Me, I don’t care what fashion dictates or how silly I may look to others, if my feet are not comfortable, neither am I.