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Hey, thanks everyone and sorry that the text was so massive and darn near unreadable. It is hard to type when being choked by a 3 year old heathen. To quickly answer all of your questions:
-Yes, I am a real Cajun. 100% coonass. I am part of the first generation in my family to have English as a first language. I don't speak French very well but I understand enough to know all of my Grandma's best gossip.
-Yes, Saya, that is my little menace's big debut! My Grandma kind of pushed her way into the delivery room and then ignored all of the surgeon's instructions and got close enough to take that awesome shot.
-As for becoming a crazy old cat lady, I really do hope to live long enough to become one. Both of my parents died of cancer before they turned 50, so the odds may be against me. But damn it, I WILL make the most of it if I do. Stray cats already know how to find me, so I'm half way there.
I have had some strange run-ins with the elderly and I have been taking mental notes. Here is just a few things that I have encountered and plan to do as often as possible.
- I WILL draw my eyebrows in with lip liner. (Saw a cute little old lady that did this and at first I kind of felt sorry for her until I realized that she just probably doesn't give a shit and is laughing on the inside.)
-I WILL just break wind whenever I damn well please, but I will pretend that I didn't hear it and am completely oblivious.
-I WILL use a public restroom but not close or lock the stall door then pretend to be startled if someone peeps in.
That is only a few ideas. I have many more, but I could probably fill this entire page with my ramblings.
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