I’m amazed at how many writiers, art directors and producers of TV commercials evidently don’t understand the concept of “unpleasant visual” in presenting their produce. I wonder why that thought occurred here.
At the end of kindergarten the teacher and her aide had the kids do little skits. I don’t remember what my son’s was, but I know I had to create a tiger tail for him. There was one little girl who danced to the version of “Music Box Dancer” that was popular then. Watching her I realized that an end was coming to something precious. I never hear that song now without a lump and a tear.
I’ll take Trifle, thank you. Angel or pound cake, soaked in sherry (or rum or Irish whiskey,) custard, fruit preserve of your choice and whipped cream. Dessert nirvana!
It wasn’t so much the snow PANTS as the snow SUIT. The pants, with zipper legs, bib and straps went on first. Then the zip-up jacket of the same material which, if I remember, buttoned to the pants around the hem of the jacket so you were nearly hermetically sealed against the elements. All well and good until…UNTIL…need for a potty break. Careful planning was needed to divest oneself in time. And of course, there was the issue of all the snow attached to your suit that you dragged in with you. And the fact that cold weather apparently shrinks a normal, healthy bladder tot he size of a pea (no pun intended.) Oh yes, the good ol’ days!
Yeah…I’ll do all those things when you learn to dress like an adult and not a self-indulgent slob so….never mind.