I sent in Sugar Frosted Flakes boxtops to get a Tony the Tiger figurine. I still have it, too.
Just move to a small farmers village in Sweden.
My kids get to eat all the sugary cereal they want (preferably American colorful ones that we doesn’t have, that they end up disliking anyway because they’re too sweet)
Builds a little whatever they get ideas for at the moment. Last week it was “slingshots” with an empty toilet paper roll and balloons. The paper ended up breaking so they used plastic pipes instead
No broken legs yet, and luckily no windows either.
My sister had a gigantic one as her “Teddy bear” towards the end he only had one eye, a broken arm and a half hear.
She scared kids at the playground with that one. She still has it but he’s tucked away in a closet because he scared her now husband as well
When the new VP candidate is younger than you by a whole decade.
We made these slingshots out of rubber gloves and copper pipes, and we used dried peas as ammunition. It hurt awfully, and a lot of crying was going on.
That’s awesome. We used to break plastic coat hangers and used the “pipes” (The middle section that was for hanging pants) to shoot peas
I’m not teaching my boys that
You know you’re getting old when the roomba seems to have a better plan to get across a room, than you do.
When younger generations now address you as “Sir” and not “Dude”.
Actually, I can live with that one.
A kid called me mam one time I had to hug it
I was raised to always say yes ma’am and yes sir so even if I’m like at Starbucks and I’m ordering from a kid I always answer that way
You know you are getting old when you wear surgigal hose when it’s 33 °C outside because your varicose veins hurt more than the stockings make you itchy & scratchy from sweating
When you’re on a long roadtrip and you hear the sound of heavenly voices singing when you spot a restroom.
We do too, even my kids does that to us.
I blame my southern family and friends.
You know you’re getting old when you and your husband are looking in the mirror together and says: Gosh we’re getting old,at the same time. And then laugh so you strain your neck.
Last week I received some adverts in the mail from the Neptune Society. I guess I’d better get some plans in order for “the Big Sleep”.
You brought the topic up. I heard about this recently
Human composting is a way to dispose of human remains by transforming them into nutrient-rich soil using microbes. It’s also known as natural organic reduction (NOR), terramation, or soil transformation, and is an environmentally-friendly alternative to cremation and traditional burial
I have never heard of this. Very intriguing, though.
Let us hope you will be around a long time before the end. Who knows what they will come up with in the future?
Be well my friend!
Omg, when we’re at it I have to tell this.
When my father died a few years ago I was the only sibling with my Ma at the funeral agency (That visit is comedy gold in itself, but I’ll keep it short here)
First thing when we were looking at caskets my Ma who has absolutely zero filter says to the funeral lady. “All of this are so expensive, don’t you have something cheaper, non painted, and just cheap, he liked the environment and is going to be cremated anyway so I was thinking something more like carton? Like a big shoebox?”
They didn’t have shoeboxes that big
I always thought the old fashioned coffee cans would do!