I have a way with the elderly folks, it's true. Ever since I was a little kid. Once when I was about 12, my parents were wondering where I was, since they hadn't seen me all day. They eventually found me, a-swinging on the neighbor's swing, in between ol' Mr. and Mrs. Nicodemus.
This guy loved me. And I loved him too. But, I had a hard time looking away from the 40-year-old blackhead under his left eye. I kept wondering how I could convince him in broken Spanish and hand gestures that I needed to 'help him out' with it. In the end I left it alone, but it's still kind of haunting me.
ROFLOL! From one picker to another, I totally appreciate your addiction, sick as it may be.
I have to confess, I have always been jealous of Shane getting to see the blackhead you kept from your Grandfather's back.
Please retell that story and do you still have it? Just curious. Thanks for the pictures and blogs - enjoying every one. Amy F.
yes, I still have it.
(I think I might be buried with it.)
Hope this guy does not have your blog address......
Well no wonder you have a way with them... don't kiss and tell.
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