These English roses are survivors. Left to grow behind a shed among weeds (notice the weed behind it) with very little water, they come out every year smelling like a rose. Pardon my corny pun. It's my slap-happy morning personality. I'm a survivor. Like the raggedy rose, I don't sweat the small stuff...... and much of the time I live in the past. You'll catch me saying phrases like, "They don't make things like they used to." I'm a bore-ass about that, for sure.
Take hair combs, for instance. The kind that you leave in your hair to keep hair in place. HAIR COMBS..... you'll say..... I thought you didn't sweat the small stuff.
A hair comb is no small stuff when you have a front forward hair growth. Who can see with hair in your face??? Anyway, I just ordered some combs made in France. They look like the old-fashioned ones.
Toasters. That's another one of my bore-ass complaints. In Helena I use a flippy-down-door toaster from the 30's. Great toast from that little jobbie. But in Bozeman, I just replaced a 4-holer with a new 2-holer. (We are talking toasters, aren't we?). So tell me why the 30's toaster is still working and the new ones go kaput?
Car's ..... don't get me started on that one. Of course they have to break down with all the new gadgets on them.
How about potato peelers? By the way, I'll interject that my wedding gifts have become antiques. Having said that, I still use a trusty potato peeler that I got with a bunch of kitchen tools as a wedding shower gift in 1948. OMG .... it really gets the job done. I wanted one like it at the ranch ...... no dice. I went into a fancy, expensive gourmet kitchen shop and bought five lousy potato peelers. Not one could hold a candle to my antique. Am I sweating? Not really.
Am I surviving? You betcha.
