As you become older, you become more of what you always were.
Yep, you realize you held back what you really felt because people have feelings.......then you realize who the hell cares what they think. Yea granny you go girl.
As you become older, you tend to realize that charm school was something your mother wanted you to go to so she could be proud of your manners.
Two informally dressed ladies happened to start up a conversation during an endless wait in Toronto’s airport.
The first lady was an arrogant Upper Canadian married to a wealthy business man.The second was a well mannered elderly woman from Detroit.
When the conversation centered on whether they had any children, the Upper Canadian woman started by saying, “When my first child was born, my husband built a beautiful mansion for me.”
The lady from Detroit commented, “Well, isn’t that precious?”
The first woman continued, “When my second child was born, my husband bought me a beautiful Mercedes-Benz..
Again, the lady from Detroit commented, “Well, isn’t that precious?”
The first woman continued boasting, “Then, when my third child was born, my husband bought me this exquisite diamond bracelet.
Yet again, the Detroit lady commented, “Well, isn’t that precious?”
The first woman then asked her companion, “What did your husband buy for you when you had your first child?”
“My mother sent me to charm school,” declared the Detroit lady.
“Charm school?” the first woman cried, “Oh, my God! What on earth for?”
The elderly Detroit lady responded, “Well for example, instead of saying “Who gives a shit?” I learned to say, “Well, isn’t that precious”...