Because I am a glutton for mental and emotional torture, and also because I'm not that smart, I agreed to have my brother's 16-year-old daughter come live with me. Not only does the kid have the normal teeny-bopper angst/hormone-induced melancholy/ennui/misery thing going on, she's had a hard life and is dealing with some very real issues, as well.
One of the things that made Savannah's life hard was the fact that she wasn't really taught any manners as a child. No, she doesn't chew with her mouth open, and she knows how to hold a fork, covers her mouth when she sneezes, says please and thank you at the appropriate times. So what the heck am I talking about?
Me: I think I'll go take a shower. Have to shave my legs.
Savannah: Why are you shaving your legs?
Me: I have knee surgery tomorrow. Be nice if they didn't need a weed-eater to find the surgery site.
Savannah: Oh. I was gonna say. If I was old and single, I wouldn't ever shave my legs!
Me:
Savannah: Not that you're old...
Right.
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Too funny Nancy! I'll be looking for updates often!
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