I love, love, love that people teach their children manners...really I do and I in NO way mean to undermine those manners...but for the love of god...I hate being called "Ma'am", "Auntie", or the worst "Mrs. Hart". Here in Hawaii the children call me "Auntie". In Hawaii, you call someone older than you "Auntie" or "Uncle". It's a nice feeling of aloha and provides a sense of ohana (family), but it makes me feel like I'm about 80 million years old. I'm only 32...
On that note, how happy am I that I went to Amsterdam for the death of my twenties? Have you guys heard the mayhem over there? They are closing all the "coffee shops" and brothels...good grief. Next time I guess I'll have to go for the flowers and the freaking cheese.
11/17/2018 Monk Seal Dailies: (part 1)
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