Hi, Ursula.
What’s the story, morning glory? What’s the tale, nightingale?
Did you hear about Hugo and Kim?
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Hi, Ursula.
What’s the story, morning glory? What’s the tale, nightingale?
Did you hear about Hugo and Kim?
I Don't Get It 
I loved those sturdy black phones, Kerbey. The beige one we got to hand on the kitchen wall when I was a kid had a really long cord. And off we were to new technology.
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Youngins will never know what it’s like to uncrinkle a phone cord that has been crinkled.
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Hang the handset, start spin in opposite direction. Oh, the days of easy untangling, Kerbey.
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That banner photo makes me nervous. Looks like Junior is about to need an eye patch.
Love the phone photos. I remember when all the phones came in one color: black. And as I recall they weighed about five pounds!
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Yes, talking on the phone was like working out with weights.
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Phone booths. Ah the memories. The girls “back then” always looked more put together than the guys. Why?
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I don’t know.
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teehee! cute. Holy obsolete, Batman–phones don’t have cords anymore. Liking the first lady’s outfit. And also your fencing banner.
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I wish we COULD make our kids talk on corded phones!
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