photography month and with three shoots a week, there was just no way
I could fit in writing a novel. Imagine that. Maybe I'll try during my
slow months like February or March when it's still frozen and ugly
outside.
Can you crack seven eggs successfully with one hand? I can. These are
the types of things you learn you can do when your baby is teething
and clingy.
A mouth full of teeth is not something that is looked on with great
importance here in central Pennsylvania, which is something I had
noticed early on. Instead of getting cavities filled, a lot of people
here elect to simply pull the tooth. I guess if you hang out with a
bunch of toothless wonders, then what's the big deal if you don't have
all your teeth either?--So the toothlessness domino effect goes.
Today at the grocery store, one such woman with several gaps in her
smile stopped to admire May and Olive. The woman is tickling Olive's
toes and smiling at her and I can feel what's about to happen next.
"You lost all your teeth!" May points and yells. We quickly exit stage
right.
May is the queen of pointing out the obvious and announcing all things
awkward. And if you know my May May well, you know that she has a
naturally loud voice. Last week she (loudly) asked her little friend
at the gym why her Grandma looked so old while the woman was standing
right there. What was the real kick in the junk was that it was
actually the little girl's MOTHER May was referring to. Yes. Awkward.
I'm just waiting for the day when I get paid back for all of the awful
things my children have said out loud to people. One of these days I
fully expect a random child standing next to me in the airport at
baggage claim to point at me and in a May-like booming voice declare
to their Mommy that the lady with the big bum-bum sure smells funny.
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I am Gracie's fat grandma.
As opposed to the skinny one.
And it's real because I have been reminded several times. So luckily I know it's not just a fleeting thought. Luckily I know I'm not getting confused with some other soft important person in her life.
I am laughing right now. :)
You can't blame May for noticing the aged when her own grandparents are all so youthful. BAM.
I believe that the day has arrived when you are getting paid back for all the awful things YOU said outloud to people.
You know where I'm going.
That poor cashier who obviously was suffering from some rogue hormone therapy. You in the shopping cart fixated on her from 7customers back, noting her mustache and me talking to you a mile a minute to try to get you to focus on anything else, but no...as we inched closer,only phrases containing the word mustache were you able to verbalize...until it was our turn in front of her where you had full view of her sparse, but nevertheless long silky sideburns.
No amount of chattering at you was going to spare her. You gripped the shopping cart handle, arched your back and crowed "And she has a beard!"
Payback is yours.
Thanks May I needed that :o)
Oh I love your blog.
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