Let’s take a walk back in time with our teeth shall we…
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Cosmic tooth worm. I think I’ve known a few people with those.
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Talk about the birth of free enterprise.
Yikes.
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George’s top choppers look okay, but I think his dentist was hitting the sauce when he put together that bottom plate. I can’t imagine giving a state of the union speech in those.
Remember that fancy schmantsy toaster my husband gave me as a gift? The one with the ridiculous price tag and all those bells and whistles no one needs?
Well, it died the other day… 3 months past it’s warranty of course.
So before I could run to Wal Mart or Target to purchase a more reasonable replacement?
My husband came home with this…
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An even more expensive version with bells, whistles and flashing lights.
Sigh.
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Does it toast bread? Sure.
Will it live longer than 3 months past its warranty? Only time will tell…
In other news (not to mention definitive proof I’m old) I’m going to gush about a vacuum.
Or more precisely the adorable Dyson Omni Glide rechargeable stick vacuum.
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It’s small, easy to operate, disconnect and empty. The multi positional head is a dream and glides everywhere… effortlessly. Smooth fabric rollers won’t scratch our new floors and it has two suction settings to pick up His Lordship’s messes.
If you’re like me you’ve held multiple jobs in your life. Some you liked, some you hated.
So let’s have some fun by picking a profession from this 1881 list.
What would you have been doing?
Choose and defend.
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I’m going with turnip shepherd. There’s got to be a lot of down time with this career. Turnips aren’t well known for straying… so I’m imaging myself kicked back under a shade tree tending my flock with a good book and a pitcher of margaritas.