Once upon a time: A man got into an accident and his face was severely burned but because the man was so thin, there was no place that the doctors could take a graft in order to repair his face. His wife, a very loving wife, had fairly large buttocks and offered to sacrifice some skin from that region provided that it was kept a secret and the doctors were delighted to take her up on her offer. After a few weeks post surgery, everyone was remarking about how handsome the man was for indeed, he was more handsome than before the accident. One starry and quiet night later, the husband and wife were taking a stroll down the sidewalk when he stopped, gazed at her beautiful eyes and told her how thankful he was for her sacrifice and that there was nothing he could think of that would appropriately repay her for her gift. His wife paused for a moment and then softly said, “my darling, you need not ever feel like you have to thank me because I get all the rewards I need every time I see your mother kiss you on the cheek”.
My sister used to hide her allowance in the bushes around our house. She went on to become a hedge fund manager.
I just had to acknowledge the fact that I’m getting old and perhaps a little forgetful to boot. I was perusing YouTube and came upon a video that was about someone using bear spray to prevent a crash and grab at a local “pot” shop. Immediately upon reading the title, my brain went directly to a shop that sold pots and I asked myself, “why would anyone want to steal a bunch of pots? “Must be some really nice pots” said I to myself. I assume that ya’ll reading this admission do get where I’m going with this. It was a POT shop as in whacky week, mary jane, happy holly……marijuana and not the clay things people make to put posies in. Yup, getting very old. And to think, 50 years ago I used to smoke the crap.