My mom sent me this picture from her wedding day in 1967. There is a better picture of this exact grouping of people, all looking at the camera. This must have been taken a minute or so before that one. My mom was only 22 when she got married. What would you say if a 22 year old got married today?
We bought my mom a lawn mower for Christmas so that we can do her lawn. The people she calls and pays to do it have become unreliable. This will pay for itself in less than ten mowings. She did take a picture of me mowing, but it’s awful. I’m making a face in the picture like I’m constipated. The good thing is that I’m thinner in the pic than I thought I’d look. But I’m not posting it!
All the buttons I got off of clothing from 25 cent Wednesday's to cut up for sewing projects.
Perspective
My daughter sent me this, insinuating that I do this. It’s not an age thing, it’s a schedule thing. I really do get up that early.
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