Many, many years ago when I was in college, the girls in my dorm all ate in the dormitory cafeteria. They always had a special desert for monthly birthdays. So I thought I was being clever, and held up my hand when they asked who had a birthday in October. My birthday is in January. Everyone else got yummy strawberry shortcake for desert. Those of us with October birthdays got a dried up brownie, on which the cook had mistakenly sprinkled flour instead of powdered sugar.
Maybe that's why I still have a problem telling anyone when my birthday is.
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I stayed for lunch at Rendezvous Pointe after art group today. They had some soup that was unique and delicious. It was apple/bacon/tomato soup.I worked some on the pencil drawing of the wild horse, and am not sure how to finish it. He was a dapple gray stud, so had some faint markings on him. He also had lots of scars from fighting, making him look like an Appaloosa. I don't know how much of the marks to put on him. I guess that's why they invented erasers.
There were three girls out behind the kitchen when I left this morning, on a cigarette break. I visited with them a bit. I quit smoking many years ago, and I love the smell of cigarette smoke, especially when it's outdoors. I just don't like the smell when it penetrated into photo albums or books thirty years ago.
Teachers can be so narrow minded!
Good to see you. Thank you so much for Nancy's story! I put it on the frig as I walked in the house...just habit. Then wondered how long it's been since I put one of her stories/pictures on the frig! Lump in the throat time!
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Love the stuff you have on the wall at the Pointe.