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Self-Description

How would you describe yourself to someone who can’t see you?

I am matter of fact, preferring a simple life and simple clothes. I’ve never colored my hair. That’s too much trouble to keep up. I smell of soap and freshly laundered cotton clothes. I look like a grandma, which I am.

I am noisy, laughing often. I sing nonsense songs to myself and the dogs. Hubby says the neighbors probably think I drink. I never meet a stranger.

If I knew you were coming to visit, I’d bake you a cake

Time Out for Smart Alecks

imageMy dad was more creative than factual when making a point.  When there was no dessert, he pointed out.  “My mother or sisters made a cake every day.”

Other times, when we were ungrateful for how great we had it, he’d tell us his family sometimes went three days with nothing to eat but peas.

i piped up.  “Why didn’t y’all eat one of those cakes your mama or sisters made every day?”

He took time out his busy day to teach me the difference in smart and smart aleck.