I am now the shortest one in the house; I have always been short. I don’t know if that is really accurate because I remember when I was under 12 people said I was going to be tall like my Aunt Dorothy. It didn’t pan out that way. In the day, as they are saying now, I used to be thin enough. Then I plumped out and it is a well-known I now resemble a Weeble. For all I know, I may have morphed into a real Weeble . . . except I occasionally fall down.
It was in my genes: shorty.
RATS
Okay, this is a view of a crunchy peanut butter foldover on deli rye with the shot focused in on the bread. After I reviewed the pic, I decided to look at my foldover to see if the loop was a hair. No, it is not. It is too little for me to see, even with my glasses. I believe it is some type of fiber – and the brown at the lower left and right side are the edges of fiber I think I can see. Gee, what IS in that bread?
When I posted pictures in previous incarnations of WordPress, you could click on them and see an enlarged view. But then, in WordPress 2.7, you couldn’t. I noticed this when I tried to click on the mother’s hand picture to see it in its truly scary alien form, but it just stayed the same. The axe was the same. So, little WordPress people, I asked the question on Google and found a lot of people had been asking it, which made me feel as if I weren’t the only dull knife in the drawer. I am learned you must “link to image” manually now; it doesn’t do it automatically.
Such a little thing, but it makes me feel better. I used my resources and I got the answer. See, this is a bit of “Grandma speak” – you preach to “think things through” and to “ask yourself what the story problem tells you and what do they want to know – it may tell you much more than you need” and to “not panic if you don’t know something but think of ways you can find it out” and so forth.
Of course, once Summer and I went through a carwash and I said, “Oh, we’re being eaten.” We continued the analogy of digestion throughout the ride and then we reached the end and the conveyor rolled us out. Summer and I looked at each other and I said, “Okay, this is an example of my not thinkging it through.” Then we giggled.