Is this what all those tutors, lessons, sports, and camps, angst about toys, playtime, socialization and discipline, fights about homework, college prep, lectures about drugs and alcohol were about? Is all the money we pour into our little critters, all that time spent hovering over every detail of their lives, and all that driving — only intended to churn out another child’s personal assistant?
Finally, she asked me something that I didn’t understand in the slightest, and paused to let me answer. My head was swimming. I had no idea — absolutely no idea — what she had said. But it sounded like an open-ended question. She was sitting like a cocker spaniel, head slightly cocked, waiting for me to respond. My mind raced, searching for some slight recognition a word — any word — she had used. Nothing came back.
The more that I reject the convenient option, the more that I find that, really, it doesn’t take me much time at all to do it myself and it makes me wonder whether some of this stuff is really even more convenient at all.
I found taking Tadalafil to be something like accepting entrée into the senior citizen’s menu. Like many people, when I first qualified for it I was offended. Then, when I realized that I could get something I hadn’t seen since I was 17, I embraced it whole-heartedly and became like the rest of the geezers who are all like, “Is ‘Pigs in a Blanket’ on the ‘Honored Guest’ menu?” because with Cialis, the answer is always, “Yes, sir, it sure is.”
Much to my joy and satisfaction, the first thing that my nine-year-old granddaughter Emilia does when she sees me is to give me a huge hug. You know, one of those hugs that go...
I have two of the most wonderful sisters ever created by God or man. Robin is older by three years, Melanie is younger by four. Both of my sisters have a gentle spirit, always looking for the good in people and even at this age in our lives they remain disarmingly naive about the underbelly of society. Don’t get me wrong, they haven’t had their head in the ground, they’ve just chosen to see things in a better light than most.
The father suit fit best from the moment I was graced with my first child. In fact, it was the father suit that I wore during this period. I knew my daughter was growing up with an example of marriage that was unhealthy. The only way to change it all was to change out of the husband suit.
I couldn’t imagine what was possible after that. I mean, if Brian, my fourteen year-old brother, had just received this, what would I, a husky rough-and-tumble seventeen year-old, who came up during the summers to help with the haying, receive? A machine gun?