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I think everyone has a memory or two of doing something naughty when they were little.
When I was about 6 or so I remember being the budding artiste. My baby brother (who was about a year and a half) , I thought, was looking rather pale and needed some color. He did not object and was perfectly aggreable (at first). Crayons wouldn't work (no markers yet) so I rubbed my chalk on his little cheeks. Then the little "brat"decided to cry .
Mom comes immediately to his rescue . His delicate skin had tiny little veins pulling to the surface . She looked in horror and yelled "Don't you ever color your brother's face again!"
Guess I wasn't the sharpest tack in the shed. I only had white chalk. LOL
I'd love to hear more escapades of white others were (or are)up to
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So mad at Xfinity! They're trying to charge me $115 per month for the same service I had been paying $50 the last four years. I took the equipment to UPS for shipping and cancelled my subscription today! Next door was a cookie shop called Crumbl. I had heard of it before but never went in until today. I don't need one more sugar fix, but maybe it will help with my sad) grieving heart....$15...
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He was about 2 so I must have been 5. I was well punished but so worth it.
I always tried my best, though no to have my mom get mad at me. I think I took more abuse from the nuns at school than I did my parents, and that was mostly from talking in class, they would smack your hands with a yardstick, needless to say, I didn’t talk all that often.