Oh, I love that poem! It’s going in ‘favorites’.
I remember seeing George Hamilton’s mother on one of the morning shows - the moderator asked her how old she was - (IIRC, it was Diane Sawyer.) Then, the moderator said, “Oh, I’m sorry, Mrs. Hamilton! I know it’s not polite to ask a woman her age!”
Mrs Hamilton then replied, “Oh, dear! Don’t worry about that! You can’t lie about your age, when your son needs a face lift!”
One of the best one-liners ever!
One day we are worried about potty training them, and then all of a sudden, we take another look, and they have gray hair. Sniffffffff.
Ummm. Chicken and dumplings—another favorite! too hot tonight for them.
I think I got the lines backwards on that little poem—doesn’t really matter.
You’re right. Seems like yest I was in poetgal’s shoes, and my baby just turned 18 last month. My daughter is almost 21 and my oldest is almost 27. Doesn’t seem possible. That makes me... Nevermind! LOL
The grandbaby is 13 months—can’t believe that either. We had him yest eve for a bit. We were out in the front yard blowing bubbles. He was walking around saying bubba, bubba, bubba. 3 rat terriorists chasing bubbles and barking for all they were worth. Wish I had a video camera!