Sing'n at the Everson Senior Center friday for their Valentines dinner.
A bunch of sweet, sweet people. These pics are for you Dawny...so when are you going to join us?
Giving out candy, candy, candy...
This morning I awoke to an offer of breakfast in bed. Thank you, my dear Valentine of 19 yrs. I was given 5 different handmade valentines cards and five different kisses from five sweet children. Gracie was oblivious, but let me know she wanted to share my candy.
I went for coffee with my sister(as my mother basks selfishly in Palm Springs, not that I'm bitter) and we met at my Aunt Dellis's home. What fun! We talked all about my grandmother who I never knew and many family memories of times past. I even poured cream into my coffee from a sugar and creamer set that belonged to my great-grandmother.
I bought all the fixings for our yearly Valentines Dinner tonight. I can't remember when we started doing this, but it seems like forever. At the grocery store I got big eyes from an old friend who sarcastically called me a breeder. Made a nasty comment about large families and made it known I disgusted her. In a nice way, so she thought. At the next store I had a sweet looking lady ask me if this was my first and I when I sheepishly told her it was my seventh she clapped her hands and said very kind things. Then at the next store I was asked the same question(I must be getting quite big and looking ready to deliver?) and the lady said loudly "Get OUT of here! It's your SEVENTH!?" I wanted to crawl in a hole. I think I will let Paul go shopping for the next couple weeks.
2 comments:
Jennifer, I so loved the attention at the end! NOT really. I once had a guy touch my stomach without asking. I thought John was going to punch him out. I'm not a touchy person to begin with. Then I once almost reached over the check counter and strangled the cashier when he told me I was ready to pop! (at 6 1/2 months pregnant). I tell ya, you start to show and people think that your body becomes public property and open to comments.
Oh Jennifer, I know how you feel. When I still had 4 months left with the boys a guy asked me if I was due any day and I said no not for 4 months and then I told him it was twins and his response was, 'Oh, so that's what it looks like!' I'm still hounded with comments and questions about the boys anytime we're out. It gets old after awhile.
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