Well, considering the first panel is clatter, clatter,, clatter I totally agree. Secondly, I didn’t even own a long sleeve shirt until my mid thirties, thirdly, we loved contests of who could push the most carriages with someone in the front to steer. 40 or 50 feet of carriages was pretty common. New Hampshire in the mid 70’s. Parking lots full of snow and parents cars full of teenagers just having a great time. The Winter skills I learned in those lots saved my butt more than once.
The problem is, the sale prices are the real price. I only buy what’s on sale and stock up. Love the freezer. No canned goods. Veggies for the week. Seriously, who the heck is paying close to 5.00 for Thomas’s original english muffins. 1.99 a lb for zucchini. 1.50 a lb for butternut squash ?? The good news. I’m eating less and healthier. No junk food. None, nada.
Something like that. Now that’s funny.
Biggest lie of my generation. “Sugar and spice and everything nice” And,,,, I’ve enough sisters and daughters to speak..
True story, sophomore year of highschool, had a doctor appointment that my dad wrote me a note for and I turned it in. Big mistake as it turns out. The signature did not match the other 50 or so notes on file. Busted. I had written all the other notes myself. DUH. What was I thinking?
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Nice, consider that line officially borrowed
There’s a reason women started making the first moves.
They forgot cash. You could pay in cash.