conversations with ruby July 5, 2010
“Hey, how’s that fella you brought up here one time? The one I like?”
“Oh, he’s fine.”
“Does he have a girlfriend?”
“No. I think he’d like me to be his girlfriend, but I’m just not into it right now.”
“I don’t blame you. He’s real sweet, and real smart, but ya’ll don’t make an attractive couple. He’s too short for you.”
“Yeah. Story of my life.”
“Does he have any money?”
“Nah.”
“Well, there you go.”
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I don’t know what possessed me to check your blog today for any new postings. Haven’t checked in a long while. Glad you’re writing again. You’re always a good read. Write a book, you’re life story could be an inspiration to many……
This is the Wisconsinite who wished she lived in New Orleans (sigh) We still visit every year.
Thanks, Sue. I remember you very well. Real life has gotten in the way of my blogging. Wish you could join us ar Rising Tide this year.
You know, my grandmother’s name is also Ruby.
Does your grandmother smoke Virginia Slims too?
My Ruby just had some work done successfully on her cataracts so I hope your Gma’s hip surgery goes well.
My Ruby has recently quit smoking. After wearing glasses all her life, she had cataract surgery and no longer needs glasses at all.
Does your Ruby specifically request canned cranberry sauce for Thanksgiving? Does she ask your younger cousins whether or not their “tits” are growing?
She TOTALLY prefers canned cranberry sauce to the home-made kind! I’ve never heard her say the words “tits” or “sweat.” She “prespires.”