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My brother’s friend: I almost wore my leather pants to his service
My mother referred to him as “Timothy” and could reprimand him with simply a look.
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Susan Dromey Heeter is a writer from Dover who recently let her hair go au natural white. Writing has been her passion since her English majoring days at the University of Massachusetts in Amherst. Dromey Heeter has lived in The Netherlands, Alaska and currently basks in all things New England, including the frigid winters. An avid swimmer, Dromey Heeter’s great passion is to bring back body surfing as most children have no idea how to ride waves without ridiculous boogie boards.
My mother referred to him as “Timothy” and could reprimand him with simply a look.
I am one of his forty nieces and nephews and, shockingly, Uncle Chester remembers my name.
Time to learn Spanish while enjoying a Mallomar.
“She SMOTE the candidate with her umbrella after he was astonishingly rude.”
Keep it simple, keep it fun, keep it so you laugh out loud.
Talk then turned from politics and budgets to fresh tomatoes, squash and peppers.
I still love addressing a card and placing a stamp on it.
I’ll never forget the golds, the yellows, the brilliance of those Trix cereal mountains.
I have one at the top of my basement stairs right now.