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You know you want to.

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I can do one better,..

I’ll show you.

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There she is, a 1963 Ford Falcon station wagon… complete with wood on the sides.

I don’t have to tell you this was more than slightly mortifying to a teenager. The Falcon was a lot of things, but cool wasn’t one of them.

That picture was taken in the late eighties… judging from the head to toe acid washed denim… and yes, my mother was still driving her. She grew up in NYC where no one in her era drove or even bothered to learn. The woman got her first license when she moved to the suburbs at age 40 right before I was born and didn’t enjoy it. She was a nervous and overly cautious motorist and never felt comfortable behind the wheel. She learned to drive in that Falcon and it was literally the only car she ever drove her entire life.

It had vacuum wipers, no seatbelts, an am radio, a manual choke and by the time I drove her? A top speed of 51 before she started to rattle so badly you had to slow down. It was a good thing we lived on the Island because the old girl would never have tolerated a highway.

How about you?

Name the car…

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It’s less embarrassing than an enema, but only just.

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I have a long list of bonehead moves but my most recent was a few years back. I’d pulled into a bank’s ATM machine… it was next to their drive thru window and on top of a short hill. For whatever reason, I wasn’t paying attention and when I realized I was too far away to reach the machine I opened my door, dropped my card and leaned out to retrieve it….

Without putting the car in park.

On a hill.

Not my brightest move.

Gravity is indeed a fickle b*tch… because the car went rolling, and so did I. Fell right out of the car on my knees and was dragged alongside it until I managed to reach in and push the brake. Unfortunately not before the left front fender slid along the concrete barrier and went crunch.

The drive thru teller saw the whole thing and half the bank emptied out in the parking lot to make sure I was okay. Other than a ripped knee on my jeans, the only thing hurt was my pride because I felt like a right royal idiot.

As soon as I got home the local police called and made me go downtown to fill out an accident report. When the officer asked what happened… I told him I had a blonde moment.

A moment that cost me over $1,800 in body work.

Duh.

Now you.

Share your stupidity!

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Because you never know, it might be fun.

I’m stealing a prompt from our local library this week.

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I’ll start.

Neo – The Early Years.

(That’s a Keanu Reeves-Matrix reference for those of you who are confused)

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Mom Said Don’t Eat The Brown Ones.

Always good advice.

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One Pill Makes You Larger, And One Pill Makes You Small.

Not that I would know anything about that.

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Your turn.

Give me an incorrect title.

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Because I said so, that’s why.

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Although my opening line probably resonates with a lot of people, my mother never said that.

To be honest I can’t remember anything she said from my childhood that annoyed me… but in later years, whenever I forgot something I wanted to tell her? She would say, “It must not have been very important.”

To which I always wanted to reply, “Oh yes, now I remember. Your house is on fire .”

How about you…

What did your mother say that drove you nuts?

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It’s only a minute out of your busy day…

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That’s easy.

If I die tomorrow? I don’t want a big funeral, a church service or family and friends crying over my passing.

Scatter my ashes someplace I loved, raise a glass and say, “She made me laugh.”

There isn’t nearly enough of that these days.

How about you?

What should we say after you’re gone….

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It’s Friday.

I think you have to.

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I excel at very few things in life, so when it comes to games.. I stack the deck.

I like to play what I win.

And there are three games at which I am virtually unbeatable.

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Scrabble.

We have one these fancy spinning boards in the man cave/Barn Mahal and on rainy days I love nothing more than mixing a drink and beating the pants off my spouse.

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Trivial Pursuit.

I am a font of useless knowledge and have loved this game since its inception way back in the dark ages of 1981. My husband has yet to beat me (at the original or any of the additional card sets) which makes me love it even more.

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Gin Rummy.

Seven cards, down and dirty. None of that ten card easy matching shite. My mother was a shark and taught me how to play with no mercy when I was a child. My husband, who loves to play Cribbage and Pinochle… quakes when I break out a deck.

How about you?

What’s your go to rainy day game…

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Because everyone loves a game.

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I have two early memories and I’m not sure which one came first or how old I was.

1. Wearing a Halloween costume that I loved. It was a frog, a one piece green jumpsuit thing with froggie feet that I apparently saw no reason to take off. My memory is hiding from my mother under a table thwarting her attempt to make me change.

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2. Nap time at some kind of nursery/play school. Everyone had to bring a blanket or quilt or something to sleep on and my mother being my mother bought me a fabulously soft and thick mini rug shaped like Humpty Dumpty. It was the envy of all the other kids and some of the bratty little bastards tried to steal it. I cried, the brats had to sit in the corner and the teacher made my mother switch it for something more mundane.

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Now you.

What’s your earliest memory?

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A barn day, beer and a squatter.

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With overcast skies and rain in the forecast my husband and I headed to the Barn Mahal for an afternoon of entertainment.

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Stepping on the porch, I realized we had a squatter.

Do you see it?

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In the upper corner to the right of the door.

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Someone has built a nest.

❤️

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After beating my husband at two games of Scrabble, we switched to pool… where my husband is guaranteed to win.

I like to play but I’m not very good. Can’t bank to save my life, but I won four out of ten so at least it wasn’t a rout.

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How long did we play?

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Long enough to require a keg change.

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Because it’s fun, that’s why.

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I’d be happier with changing one hundred things instead of just one at this point in my life.

Chubby thighs. Menopausal belly. Eyes that need reading glasses. A blown knee. They all drive me crazy, but if I only get to pick one…

I want my young feet back. Not these 60 year old hooves that ache with literally every step due to bunion damage. Finding comfortable shoes is a complete horror show if I don’t want to your wear grandmas orthotics… which I don’t. I may be 60, but I’m a rather young 60 and still care about style. Even if it’s only sneakers and boots.

I long for the feet of my 20’s, 30’s and 40’s when I could wear whatever I wanted.. pain free. Things started going south in my 50’s, but now that I’ve turned 60 I look down at my crooked toes and cringe.

Feet.

I want young feet.

How about you?

What body part do you want to change.

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