When we gathered at my sister’s for Thanksgiving, I was thrilled to find out Mom brought the old photo albums and I ended up using my phone to take pictures of some of the pictures. They’re a little shiny because of the cellophane. (Is that what it’s called?) There’s no detaching pictures from adhesive they’ve been stuck to for twenty or thirty years. Most of the pictures had never been seen by my husband or my brother-in-law, so it was great fun.
Here are a couple from my past…
As you can see, this not-being-able-to-cook thing is not new for me.
My dependence on the coffee pot developed early.
The next one was truly a shocker. Photographic evidence that, at some point, I cleaned a house. My husband simply missed my domestic peak by about thirty-seven years. (The rubber shoes on my feet greatly resemble Crocs, though. I was very fashion-forward, obviously.)
Thanks for sharing.
I wish crocs fit me. My mother loves them but I have never found a pair that are comfortable to me.
Oh my lord, these are sooooo adorable!
Did everyone go “awwwwwww” over them? I just did, a little, over the one with the coffee pot.
I think Crocs are either the most comfortable shoes you’ve ever owned…or they suck. I think they’re best for people with Flintstone feet, like me.
And there a lot of AWWWWs. My younger sister is blonde and has dimples, though, so she got a few more than I did.