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Well, everything precious here is behind class, nicely arranged, so I don't need to touch my treasures. The kitchen Jim designed is one where you don't have to walk very far at all when cooking. The housekeeper picks up the items that fall to the floor because Jim can't, and my back says no. I feel blessed after reading here.
posted by
Kabu
on July 23, 2025 at 10:29 AM
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I have experienced more of the clumsy cuss days this year than I ever imagined. And I am not even close to the 80s. I was in my 50s before I ever heard my mother cuss. It totally caught me off guard. No judgement, my friend. That's why they invented brooms and cuss jars.
posted by
BearcatMike
on July 23, 2025 at 8:11 AM
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Re: Anib....
I'm like my Mom. I can take it happening twice pretty good,....but three times in a row I lose my cool.
posted by
TAPS.
on July 23, 2025 at 8:05 AM
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Re: FSI
My mother was pretty good about the first two irritations but if it happened a third time she would lose her cool and from the kitchen we would hear a bad word shouted three times in a row..
posted by
TAPS.
on July 23, 2025 at 8:01 AM
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Re: Sherri.....Ha Ha Ha
Can't help but laugh at your description of yourself.
posted by
TAPS.
on July 23, 2025 at 7:55 AM
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My Mom-mom cussed like a sailor, especially when mishaps occurred. She used to call my mom "Ethel Clutsmeyer" when she broke something or was clumsy. My mom passed the name down to me, along with calling me a bull in a china closet, when I became clumsy during my teenage years. It was mainly due to my hands and feet growing at a more rapid rate than my body, resulting in my being one of the tallest girls in tenth grade. I am still clumsy to this day because I hit the floor running when I get out of bed, and don't stop until I hit the pillow at night. 
posted by
Sherri_G
on July 23, 2025 at 7:50 AM
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My paternal grandmother swore a whole lot. She was by no means a sailor, but as a kid, the worst swearing I heard came from her.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on July 23, 2025 at 7:21 AM
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TAPS,
I can almost feel the frustration of not being able to aim right in the trash box. How painful it must be!!!
posted by
anib
on July 23, 2025 at 6:26 AM
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It's a club we belong to, whether or not we wanted to join.
posted by
Pat_B
on July 23, 2025 at 5:38 AM
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Same here, about dropping and fumbling things and not knowing where the edge is when setting something down...
posted by
Ciel
on July 22, 2025 at 7:47 PM
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