I think I may know what I want to be when I grow up. I know it has taken me quite a long time to figure it out, but I found something REALLY good.
Crazy Grandma was telling me about an “older woman” that lived on her street. I am now officially an older woman. After all the school children hopped on the bus she would come out in her bathrobe and slippers and walk up and down the street with a wooden spoon. She would stop at all the muddle puddles and stir them with the spoon.
Isn’t that the most wonderful image?