Thanks...I think?

“I can live for two months on a good compliment.”
—Mark Twain [Samuel Clemens] (1835-1910), essayist, humorist, novelist

I gave a resident a hug the other day and while she was squeezing me she said "you're so skinny these days I can almost get my arms around you twice."* I laughed and thanked her for the compliment. To which she replied, "Well, you needed to do something. You were really getting kind of hefty."

There's no way you could possibly get the Big Head while working here.

*I've lost thirty pounds in the last year. While I don't think I'm actually all that skinny, I do feel a hell of a lot better. Thank you Weight Watchers!

Yes, dental care now can save you from embarrassment later!

Tootie was this itty-bitty tiny little firecracker of a lady. What she lacked in size she totally made up for in class. She taught me to save the good stuff, which for Tootie was Madeira, for after 4:00 p.m. If you wanted a little taste earlier in the afternoon, that was OK, but make it something cheaper.

Tootie is also the person that made me look the most forward to getting old. Apparently, when you are 89 years old you can say whatever the hell you want. At lunch one day a new resident, Mrs. Bennigan, sat with Tootie. She took one look at Mrs. Bennigan and said, "If you can afford to live at Rock Ridge then I'd think you could afford to get a tooth."

And that pretty much sums up the conversation that day.