One of my mantras seems to be “Old fashioned and loving it!” I can’t seem to get into things like iphones, twitter or rapid/rabid texting. Sometimes I feel like I’m one of the Golden Girls. At least I don’t live in Florida I guess. Well, not yet anyway.
So I was head over heels ecstatic to come home and find a note sent from my m.i.l. She found this when she was looking through some things and said that we’d get the original when she “becomes senile or croaks.” Slightly morbid but I’ve come to realize that she’s just trying to be funny. Sort of.
Apparently, hubs had a homework assignment to write a letter to the POTUS. In 1988. Some of my favorite things about this letter with my commentary in italics:
“Nancy’s looking good.” ew
“Rambo would show Oscar Arias what he can do with his peace plan.” wtf?
“We played the theme from the Cosby Show and some other songs.” What kind of elementary school band plays the Cosby Show theme? jealous
“Hope the rest of your terms a blast.” From what people are saying now, I’m not sure ol’ Ron Ron was too cognizent of the rest of his term.
“Politically yours,” obvious and hilarious
This, my friends, is why we need to preserve handwriting. Down with computers! Well, not really but you catch my drift. I told you I was an old woman trapped in a young woman’s body. It’s ok. I’m used to it by now.
Even at a young age my husband was quite the stinker. Too smart for his own good I tell ya! This letter prompted him to tell me a story. Apparently, in 3 grade, he was assigned a book report. While other kids were writing on Amelia Bedelia, he was writing about The Two Towers by J.R.R. Tolkien. To this day he still sort of scoffs at his poor classmates and their pathetic book reports. I can only hope that if we ever have a kid that (s)he will be as smart/quirky/ridiculous/curious as my husband.
Now I’m curious. Who out there writes in cursive?
Myself? I’m a printer all the way. And at this stage, it’s barely legible. A job hazard (or requirement?) for me.