Strange Discoveries 1 June 2009

Christine Eclavea Mercer — Mon, 01 Jun 2009 22:58:00 +0000

Weird things I’ve learned, or at least noticed today.

I had no idea how many photos of me were at my grandmothers house. No wonder people thought I was her daughter, not granddaughter.
She had at least as much tomato sauce.
DH she liked as much as spices. Yeah, he really rates.
24 acrylic frames. What is the purpose of this?
Even raging alcoholics, narcissists and the clinically insane look good when they’re young. If you get burned by one keep their picture (just one). In 50 years, you can look at it and say oh, yeah, I remember now why I got snookered.
All things in my home must perform a service in order for me to respect them. If you’re an inanimate object, residing here, somebody really likes you. (It doesn’t have to be me.)
I think measuring the temperature of my home in Celsius is providing enough service to allow a thing to stay. You can’t tell 25 degrees C is hot?
I don’t have to like you to keep your portrait. But if I don’t like you, and keep you, we’re related, and you’re going the bottom of the box. And I’m writing a little note on the back of your photo so that when DD finds it after I die she’ll know why you’re there. Because now it’s me, telling DD all the things I’d better tell her, because eventually, I die.
My first husband was accurate when he said people grow on you, like fungus.

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