Here in retirementville we hear lots of stories of early sweethearts finding each other again after being widowed. It must be easier to start again with someone you knew than a stranger.
Yes, it was strange to see an old photo of my Dad and have my stepmother say something like "that's your dad and me at so-and-so's wedding 50 years ago," but it was great for them because she already knew so many of the people my dad had begun to reconnect with after my mom's death and his retirement. And she was so wrong for my Dad when he was younger (and she was the polar opposite of my Mom), but was the perfect person for his golden years.
Wikipedia begs to differ with the aforementioned list
Phew! I was just editing something about
Le Petit Prince
and am happy to see that Wikipedia jives with what the author was saying.
eggs increase risk of death What about quiche? fritatta? What about baked goods? You can't take my eggs from me! Oh wait, as long as I'm not a middle-aged man I'm OK, right?
They don't say what the people who ate all those eggs died from. Maybe it was salmonella.
Timelies all!
Need sleep, but have to clean stuff tonight. Meh...
Or allergies.
So while I was browning the ground beef for chili, Olivia poured out a whole cup of milk into the couch cushion and Owen dumped half a box of kosher salt.
But at least there is chili for dinner.
But at least there is chili for dinner.
and, possibly, scalloped couch d'anna
I found cargo pants that I can live with at Eddie Bauer, but FedEx didn't deliver my shoes.
Today is totally a lesson in giveth and fucking taketh.
I just replied to my former coworker telling her I would be interested in the blind date.
eep.
