I have two really fancy, pretty high profile jobs. Not.
After consideration, maybe more.
Okay, they are probably kind of important, but I try to lay low.
Hey, no snide remarks about the possible dinosaur rolodex on my desk. I use it.
Don't judge.
Well, today I was at one of my jobs, and my dad came into my office, and he told me how he woke up this morning. He apparently opened his eyes, sat up, and just started laughing. My mom said, "What's so funny?" (He got tickled just telling me the story.) And he said, "remember when we went for that job interview,"' -- it was his first and last -- "and we traveled about two hours from home, and when we got there, L threw up all over you?" I was only a few months old. Obviously, she remembered, because they both got a good laugh out of it. My mom would crack you up, she took full responsibility for the incident saying she 'overfed' me, she really shouldn't have done that, it was silly that she 'let' that happen. My mom is pollyanna.
After the interview, which my mom and I did not attend any part of, (can you imagine?) we went to eat at a diner downtown. Dad told me that a guy who was cooking in the kitchen came out into the restaurant because they weren't particularly busy. Yes, a relentless thumb-sucker, I had it on lockdown in my mouth. This total stranger, walked by, looked at me on my mom's lap, took my thumb out of my mouth, and dipped it straight into a bowl of sugar. Not sure how I reacted to that, but I am sure it wasn't bad. Of course, that wet-dipped thumb went straight back to my mouth. Word was, my eyes were as big as saucers. Smart Baby Lily would have redipped her thumb again and repeated. My guess is it happened one time. But that dang thumb-sucking might have quite possibly be the end of me. If you haven't read about my orthodontic, periodontic and swallowing therapy lessons and issues, then you know that thumb sucking was not very helpful in my situation.
If I could post an ancient picture of myself, it would totally lay you down laughing. No doubt, I was quite possibly the most enormous baby ever. I wasn't born huge. I just grew to be that way. It has been said that if I was hungry, I got to eat. No rules. No pediatrician dictating vegetables first, blah, blah, blah. I would like to think that I turned out to be a normal sized adult. But that was back in the day. The day of germs, no anti-bacterial wipes in the car, and certainly we didn't have disposable diapers. Pretty sure they gave me all my immunizations. Kidding.
Meanwhile, I'm off to look for a baby picture for a later post... You're gonna get a real kick out of it!
