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Every Friday, we feature an illustration by the wonderful Mari Andrew. Here’s today’s.
P.S. What words really mean, and becoming an adult.
Changing Definitions
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Hearing a Beatles song and everyone sings together!
This is one of my favorite Mari cartoons you’ve posted!
I love this! I remember being at the doctor when I was 25 and I was seated and the nurse was feeling the glands in my neck for any swelling, and I thought how nice and comforting it was. It reminded me of my mother looking after me when I didn’t feel well.
I mean I would still be thrilled with a warm chocolate chip cookie, so not much has changed for me.
Me too!
Agreed, except I’d maybe say:
Dr appointment as a child – worrisome and disorienting because of the doctor’s scary, gravelly voice and because you never know when they’ll opt to give you a shot instead of the pink bubblegum-flavored medicine.
Dr appointment as an adult – worrisome and disorienting because i might randomly be diagnosed with a symptomless terminal illness after routine blood work.
I will also take the chocolate cookie, please.
“Jubilant” is a word that needs to pop up more often!
The dinner party comment is especially apt to me tonight. We’re having 6 friends over for dinner tonight, and as I was preparing this afternoon I declared to my husband (direct quote), “Dinner parties are my favorite thing ever!” Cheers to a happy Friday night!
I’d add sick days to that list!!
As a kid it meant feeling kind of crummy, but watching tv on the couch, getting snuggled, and all your favorite foods (tomato soup and crackers anyone)?
The minute you’re out of the house and have to be on your own, the novelty of a true sick day goes out the window :( You’re left to take care of yourself, and maybe even your own sick kiddos.
thankful for mommas #happymothersday
Adult homework is spot on!
Mine is Home Depot: from deathly boredom to fun date night activity ?
My definitions are mixed up! Now I feel disoriented and worried when I go for a check up. And dinner parties were so much fun when I was little.
Exactly what I was thinking!
Early night. So dull when a child and able to hear snippets of tv coming up through the floor. Now? 8pm every night were I to live alone. Same for early mornings.
Ha ha! Yes to dinner parties!
All so relatable.
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