I do not know quite what happened or when , but my hubby and I now qualify for seniors' discounts at some venues. This creates a quandary; in order to save money, but not face, we have to admit to our age. HMMMM..... We definitely do not consider ourselves to be old. In this day and age ,when people as a whole are living longer and healthier lives why are 'young seniors', those in their fifties, like moi, considered 'old'?? It's so true that age is just a perception! "Maturity" is very objective/subjective, and I object! Whew, a few years have skittered by since I composed this biography block. Those "fifties" are in the rear view mirror and they are distant, fond memories. Oh, I do not plan to stop writing any time soon.
Happy 10th WDC Anniversary, SandraLynn Team Florent!! I'm sorry I can't battle alongside with you, dear Florent. Go forth and go well! You are doing excellent!
WWAD-what would Andre do! Maybe he could get a 3D-printer, make bracelets with WWAD on them and sell them on the side.
We get our dogs braided rope toys to chew on and use dental sticks to help clean their teeth. Perhaps Andre would enjoy a nice braided chew rope, and if someone would make a banana flavored dental stick, he could use it for a swizzle stick in his drink and chew on after he downs it.
My grandgiggles now ask if I'm wearing bubble wrap when I venture forth for a meander/walk/stroll. I thought a clumsy monkey could be conceivable and that he'd be told the same thing I am. Be careful. What is that? Accidents happen, to me any way.
QueenNormaJeanGreeneggs&vegham You win! I've never been shot at, well, not directly. I once experienced the back window of my car being shot out as I drove along a highway. I believe it was a hunter's errant bullet. I wrote about us accident prone people. I refer to it as O.U.C.H. I believe I intended that to mean Our Unique Clumsiness Hurts. We create our own writing material.
Oh come on - I've had so many weird accidents - last one I swear I tripped on a feather. Broke 2 bones in my hand, cast for 4 weeks and now I'm going to see the doctor tomorrow. Cannot move the blasted hand at all.
Car accidents, been shot at, blew my knee getting into a truck. falling down drunk and waking up looking like a prize fighter when I had to go to a family funeral. I've had a few good ones.
I'm the accident-prone one around these parts - although most people would guess my most-used word falls into the "swear" category, it's actually "ouch."
Years back I dated a lady who was extremely accident prone. On one occasion she caught her dress pocket on a door handle as we exited the theater. She ripped her dress open, buttons popping off all over. Another time I stopped to pick her up for a dinner date. As we were exiting her apartment, she remembered her purse and rushed back in to grab it. She slipped on the floor and slid into the table, chipping her front tooth. On yet another outing while viewing some antique mining equipment, she climbed up on a big dump truck for a picture. She decided to jump down, but had caught her shirt on something and ripped it off!
May 24th Prompt:Write about something awkward or embarrassing that happened in public. Have I committed an embarrassing faux pas in public? Have I caused mouths to drop open? Yes, yes, I have, repeatedly. One time, someone jerked me back and out of harm's way just before my head connected with a solid wall. Oblivious, I'd been leaning over an escalator as it approached another level in a mall. My people watching, okay, spying, had been too engrossing. Once in a crowded bustling restaurant, I insisted upon waving and gesticulating with my arms as I regaled with a funny tale. One of my errant hands struck a waiter passing behind my chair. I knocked a tray of ice water-filled glasses from his bushwhacked grasp. Instead of sloshing to the floor the water spilled all over his white cotton dress shirt instantly becoming transparent. He gasped and froze mid stride. I almost tripped him when I jumped to my feet to apologize. The poor guy smiled weakly through clenched teeth before he backed away from me. I could not undo what I'd done. My eldest daughter and I were interrupted in the ladies room of a busy restaurant by a sudden sharp rap on the door. The noise shocked us into a brief silence. A male voice enquired as to our welfare and announced himself as the manager. Customers had reported a disturbance, someone in distress. Okay, we were being loud and laughing, but did we sound as if we were in trouble? Were we really that boisterous? What could we do? We responded that we were fine, thank you, but when he walked away we dissolved into giggling. This was a repeat of a hotel stay in which the manager tapped on our door to caution our noise level. Oops!
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