Life is Hard. Play Short.

I am 5’1, which makes me vertically challenged. So at work, I need a stool or ladder to reach most of the top shelves. Or I must rely on someone taller to help me. But I would almost always rather complete tasks myself than have to depend on someone else (except for cooking). This is why I bought my own Boardmaker CD when I was a teacher. People would ask me, “Why wouldn’t you just get those from the speech path?” Because I don’t want to have to be on someone else’s timetable when I want something done. Because I’d rather do it myself than put someone else out.

When I was a kid, I asked my doctor how tall I would be. “You’ll be as tall as Mum,” he said. Great. Thanks a lot. He was right, though.

I hope my kids get at least some of Derek’s height. Desmond was a premie, so I don’t know if that will be a factor. Aislyn seems to be tall for her age, she’s in the 60ish percentile. I just hope she’s a little taller than me.

My mother always used to say good things come in small packages.

I don’t mind being short except that it’s inconvenient. Guys of every height like you when you’re short. But I don’t like ladders.

Speaking of short, I did not realize how short my dress was until I was reaching over my head today and my dress rode pretty much all the way up my thighs. Yikes! It’s been a while since I last wore that one. I think it might have been like 2012.

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