I don’t like sweets, desserts, chocolates, lollies, and would much rather have cheese and crackers.
This morning, Ming and I went into town to pick up Anthony for a doctor’s appointment for both of them (I am the mere chauffeur – ha!). Ants needed one of his skin cancers burned off with the liquid nitrogen spray thingy, and Ming needed a new prescription for something.
Tonight, when I rang Ants to say goodnight (this only seems to work every few days), a nurse answered and immediately handed the new telephone receiver to him.
I said I was just ringing to say goodnight and he said that this was very sweet of me and, after we hung up, I remembered how, initially (when he was 41 and I was 17), he was so horrible to me but, occasionally said things like “Jules, you are so sweet!”
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Funny, when you put it that way, people can be sweet or sour too! 😀
What a ‘sweet’ memory! 🙂
What a wonderful memory… sweet if I may say so…
Glad the telephone worked and you had a satisfactory conversation.
What a love story! I can’t believe you knew him when you were 17. That was a lifetime ago. 🙂
U R so sweet! ❤
You were only 17 when you met Anthony?
That is the same age I met my (now-ex) husband.
I remember what you mean by the ‘you are sweet’ endearments.
Happy memories 🙂
I’m with you on the cheese and crackers instead of dessert.
And you’ve got our age-spread beat by 4 years. Early in our marriage (when the difference wasn’t yet as apparent) at a party, when a new friend asked our ages (my husbands, and mine) and I told her the truth–she screamed. Out loud.
And I’m sure it’s true that you are sweet. That’s a good thing in people, although for some of us, not as good in food.
So you are.
God I love you guys! And your humor! And your realism!
Julie, Ants knows you are sweet. Take care, Bill
Now there is the word where sweet is divine!!! HUgs
I love cheese and crackers too and when Anthony says you are so sweet it must make you feel good
I wouldn’t mind being sweet and sour … this is bit about when I was dating a Norwegian guy, when I was a lot younger and he said all the time – I think you are such “rar” (sweet) girl and I thought it was because he liked me – then I found out that “rar” in Norwegian ment “strange” in Swedish. *laughing
Sorry, forgotten a “a” – meant.
It’s funny what triggers a memory, isn’t it? Truly bittersweet.
Very!