I’d not have tried to climb those ladders barefoot with my slippery and sweaty feet, yikes ! I wouldn’t mind going back to Mesa Verde again, though, but I’ll likely be wearing my flipflops. After I got those nasty infections in my toes, my feet are so hypersensitive to anything rubbing against the toes that open flipflops are the only option (hell, even having a blanket over my feet can irritate them, ugh !).
Yeah, that sucks about the camp (nevermind your steady, and I certainly hope you rearranged your friend’s face and hampered his ability to procreate). Gotta go after those opportunities when they present themselves. I never got sent off to camp, except for one brief time when we were up visiting friends back almost 30 (!) years ago in Westchester, NY. Wasn’t quite the “Meatballs” kinda place. Of course them “kids” helping us out and telling us what to do would all be about your age now. Damn, where did the time go ? :-\
Whoa! Way too much data on feet. Gold Bond, wicking socks, carefully bought footwear and never bringing such things up on a date will serve you well.
Mmm, the attempted blackmail. The girl made me pro-life through her attempt to hold a fetus hostage. "You have to marry me - you got me pregnant and it's the right thing to do!" Mr. Calender said otherwise and a little investigation brought out the rest of the story.
When I laid this out she adamantly insisted on abortion. I pontificated for 30 minutes arguing how this unborn human deserved life no matter how it was conceived. TPS had a pretty streamlined adoption system in place.
But NO, she went for the shop-vac and added that burden of guilt to her collection of mental problems. Probably holding an office somewhere as a Democrat. How better qualified does one have to be?
The dude? She used him and the poor guy truly resembled ALF of TV fame (even down to the hairdo). I think he finally reunited with his father.
