Ask for help? I rarely do. I can look pitiful and dog eyed usually resulting in aid with whatever. I’m getting used to asking James for help in the strengt department; lifting, carrying, twisting. And hell oblige because that’s what men do. I am the epitome of stubborn and reluctant to admit I just can’t do it until all my other options are exhausted.....

oh! The last time I asked? A while ago I asked Mark for six eggs. I forgot we needed any........  I made lime bars.....

Update and I didn’t ask, they just appeared out of nowhere. Getting off the boat and onto dry land I got tangled with my luggage and fell HARD onto the ground. Two gentlemen rushed over, one gave me his hand while the second one lifted me from behind. Skinned my knee and bruised ribs painfully. This was last Saturday, today is Wednesday and I still have to hold my side when coughing.....

Mods, I didn’t know how to add this to my original answer but felt it should be told. Hilarious!

I don’t. I mean I don’t wear shoes to bed. I wake up barefooted, i stumble for coffee barefooted. I stay barefooted until I must go out and drive to anywhere that frowas upon bare feet. I garden without shoes, pick cotton without shoes, rake and hoe and water sans shoes. If I need to shovel I’ll put on a pair of slip-ons  for the duration only. If it’s winter and the floor is chilly, I’ll put on socks....

My butt and thighs. With the exception of walking (that I love) I don’t do poop for exercising. It’s all so mundane and the benefits aren‘t apparent soon enough. I want results for my labors. Now my arms I enjoy working out. I used to be quite strong and my muscles showed. Feels real good to lift, pull, twist them back into shape. And the end means show.....

Early early? Like morning? Did I sleep late? I’m still in my pj’s. With the exception of and extremely unlikely that I’m going out that evening, I only dress twice in a 24 hour period. PJ’s and cut offs, T-shirts, or maybe a roomy dress. I hate changing clothes especially when whateve I’m wearing didn’t get dirty enough for the washer. You don’t put it back because it’s been worn. You leave it out to redress into but you end up washing it anyhow.....

I do NOT want him for SCOTUS. He’ll turn back the clock. Don’t want him at all BUT, the new allegations are just ai much bull malarkey. They should have no place in his own placement.....

Very self conscious. I’m only ten, fifteen pounds over weight, it’s well placed but the years are apparent in crepe, cellulite, lumps and veins. I won’t do that to the unsuspecking......

My hair is dyed now. Rather, lightened. He does a good job “disparaging” the color so it doesn’t grow funny. It’s a natural shade of blond, I’m 30 again, with red and blue tucked in on the right side. My son approved and james says it looks like cotton candy......

Humans? In opposed to what? Aliens? Of course man is responsible in some way, shape or form. Quite the accident I would say.....

Sound nothing. I go by memory. I reach for what I expect, touch without letting go, then reach for the next goal. We’re dark in here and when I come in from the bright Texas sun in my sunglasses, I can’t see squat. Have to feel around my purse for my glasses case so I can switch out.....

I’ve owned a car for all of my driving life. FREE is the operative word here. They’ve all been great until they broke down. My present car I bought and am paying for. Four more years to go. Why’d I pick it? Because I could, was able to. I just wanted a car, got in, drove it and said ok. They drove it to my home and it’s been mine every since. Turns out it’s pretty and sporty and moves when you step on the gas! Good on the highways and turns on a dime. I’m happy. In short, I had no idea of what I was hunting for.....