My parents had a dog that was really my dad’s dog. Flossie followed Daddy everywhere Mum didn’t allow the dog to wander the house at night, so the pooch got shut up in the laundry room. Every night she’d pull all my dad’s clothing out of the basket and make a nest of it on the floor. Saturday morning, Flossie was allowed up on the bed to snuggle with my dad.
I was not yet in my teens when I figured that I’d be 58 in the year 2000. “I’ll never live that long.” And yet, here I am, almost 25 years later, still chugging along.
I always claimed we didn’t need to watch the soaps – or, as eldest daughter called them, The Crying Lady Shows. Our three daughters did The Young and the Restless , and Hubby and I had General Hospital down pat. I was working for an absolutely dreadful place. You’ve heard of Dynasty? This place is Travesty.
It’s not folded, so you’re probably right.