I’m tired of the heat, tired of the over 10,000 mold count that makes it feel like a screwdriver is stuck in my temple, tired tired tired of sweating inside my own home. I’m ready for the fall, for the brisk, cold air, and this 1946 Plymouth ad makes me want to pop right inside that kitchen and fill the gravy boat.
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MMMM, love the smells, the warmth inside on a cold day, the closeness when the weather outside is not survivable.
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Yes, not survivable! That sounds lovely (although I will abhor it by January).
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i’m with you on this-
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Amen. Gravy, candy, fruit cake and egg nog. So inviting. When I was a kid I was always wishing Christmas to arrive quickly. My Mom would always admonish me; saying that I was wishing my life away. I guess I was.
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Oh, my son does that, too. He’s never happy about today. He’s looking forward to tomorrow. We could going to the moon today, and he’d be talking about watching an “Office” episode tomorrow.
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Fill the gravy boat with vodka. Problem solved.
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