Both my parents joined the army near the end of WWII and were stationed in Germany. After the war ended my parents got married and stayed in Germany until 1951. My brother was born there and they had a German maid named Olga and a German Shepherd named Oscar. My mother's diamond for her wedding ring was bought for 3 cartons of cigarettes. America called my small family back to Boston and I was born in 52. My mother told me that after the war when they would drive through war zone areas that they saw bodies in the rubble and the Germans were forced to haul them away for burial and to clear away the rubble. She said they thought the Germans were very nice people. She had a German friend who moved to Boston, too and she had been sexually abused by the Russians after the war and she never really got over it.
Sorry, I guess I'm just rambling about nothing special.

What, no Swedish fish??

They eat these things? Oh, my. Nope. Not me. Not gonna happen even if it tastes like chicken. nuh uh

I can hear those lawn fanatics right now yelling "GET OFF MY LAWN!" Good practice for when they are old.

My husband does genealogy research on his ancestors and everything is in cursive and nearly impossible to decipher. I tried reading some texts and got a headache doing it.

The year I moved to Louisiana I moved in during a hurricane with sheets of water pummeling the moving van movers for 3 straight days. A month later a wind storm blew down our internet cable and a car's tires caught the cable and ripped it out of our roof and dragged it down 3 streets. Later that year we had an actual snow storm. I had a good laugh looking at all the tiny mud, leaves and snow snowmen the kiddies made. Nice try, kids but come up north for a proper snowman. One year in Michigan the whole neighborhood made a giant snowman 18 feet high on our neighbor's lawn. Now, that's a snowman!

I would buy it and turn it into a rehab or community center for local residents. It's perfect for a large amount of people. Not perfect for a small family.

I refuse to eat McD's fries. They are like cardboard and the taste is so different than when I liked them back in the 60's when they cooked them in beef tallow. Nowadays I like Rally's/Checkers fries and Big Boy's fries with their tartar sauce.

There's a woman in Vietnam that has a you tube channel that made one of these bridges all by herself. It spanned a small boy of water and it was very sturdy. It did get washed away during a monsoon but she made a new one and I doubt much of anything will destroy that bridge. The concept is so simple that I can see why that sultan had his doubts.

Ah, yes, the old "I slipped and fell onto ..." excuse. Doctors and nurses never believe that B.S. line so maybe folks should come up with a different reason why an object got stuck "up there".

Bless those brave, wonderful dogs! I would have listed Rowdy as #1 for saving an entire neighborhood from exploding but they are all #1 in their owners' eyes.
Now, how about a top 10 list for cats?