No Parachutes Nor Safety Nets Here
What do Wendy's Frostys Remind you of? They remind me of when I was a kid my Dad would take me to get a frosty on special occasions. This didn't happen very often because we never had any money. He was a bee keeeper and tried to live life doing what made him happy and keep me happy at the same time. He eventually gave up and ended up making my life more important than his. Thanks for the Frostys Dad. I owe you a bottle of honey. :)
posted by beyondthestairs at 12:18 AM
5 Comments:
they remind me of my dad too, odd enough. he used to cut down trees for people, as a side job. rebecca, johnathan and me all would go with him to help. everytime afterward, we would talk him into getting us a wendys frosty. man thats sounds so good right now.
Isn't it neat how little things can mean so much?
It reminds me of all of us going to Wendy's after the meeting when we were growing up. Good Times!
Lissy,
Your Dad gave me a donut once.
Rat Fink,
Little things are all I ever remember.
Johnny,
I once paid the wendy's girl a dollar to let me in after they closed, because I had to stay at the hall late. lol
steph,
lol! You're hilarious!
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