WHAT EMMA TAUGHT ME
When I met Emma, she couldn’t pour her own cereal because she destroyed the kitchen. The whole place would have scattered cereal and spilled milk everywhere. It was like the Tasmanian Devil got hold of the Cheerios.
We’ve come a long way since then. She makes her own breakfast now. Having mastered that she’s moved onto bigger things–teaching me stuff, which is not as easy as it sounds. Here’s what I’ve learned:
Sandwiches do not need condiments. You taste the meat and cheese so much better. You get the essence of the unadulterated flavor.
The Review tab takes you to Spelling and Thesaurus in MS Word.
Coconut oil is great for your hair. It makes it shiny and soft. Note: A little goes a long way.
How to change the interior car lights to different groovy colors—a car feature I had no idea existed.
Ice cream in a cup is better than in a cone if you’d like it to stay solid when it’s a hundred degrees outside.
It’s fun to surf the floor in your socks. You need to watch your speed. Wood floors are hard. In the event of an emergency landing do the butt.
Chicken wire and manure have many uses. We won’t go there. Layce is still mad about it.
Recorder players are cool. Now, I am a record sniffer-outer in flea markets, antique shops, and thrift stores. Buying records facilitates a dialogue with others.
You can’t be lost if you’re still in Oklahoma. (Also, all cows look alike. You can’t use them as landmarks.)
She taught me that it is possible to crack the screen of your laptop by tripping and falling. I have experienced this myself. It’s alarming.
She taught me that you really can lose your glasses in a hay maze. I keep mine in sight at all times, most times, okay, there have been slip-ups.
It’s okay to wear a wig.