Salty observations about life, love, and living abroad
I’ve been experimenting with some cross-over blog/social media/picture posts. I usually post this sort of thing on the FB page and Twitter, but hey….anything for a buck, right? Wait…who am I kidding? No bucks here, there, or anywhere ;-).
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Being proud to be a vintage housewife
Oh my gosh. This is spot on… Every. Single. Day.
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Right? Demented and sad…but true. Sometimes I just want to hang my head in my hands and cry, “Why??? WHY???”
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I had to laugh out loud. Yes! Every single day for YEARS. Then when we finally get in the car the child starts to talk about college. Then I wonder, “who will wake her up when I’m not there?” She could sleep through air horns, leaf blowers, and earthquakes. Sigh.
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Ha! Funny you should mention air horns…I’ve had a running fantasy involving waking my near teen with an air horn before the sun comes up in retaliation for the months and months and months he woke before 5 am when he was young.
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