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Sunday, January 30, 2011

The Kiss of Death: Dungarees

Aunt Mabel LOVES to go out to breakfast. She wants to go every day, but we have tried to limit this family-style outing to Sundays because, well, that’s about all we can manage.

On our way to b’fast this AM Mabel turned to me and said, “Gee, wow, Colleen! I really like the dungarees you have on. They look good on you!”

I said thank you.

We had breakfast.

I came home, proceeded straight to my bedroom, added said “dungarees” to the donation pile, placed the pile in the car, and drove them to the Hotline (which is our Goodwill).

I know a bad sign when I see one.

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