Six-Word Memoirs -- Part Two

I'm changing computers. Yesterday involved a lot of data transfer and time I couldn't be on the computer. Yikes!

After laundry and as many errands as I could tolerate, I took one of my notebooks into my sun room and I played the six-word memoir game. If you don't make this list, trust me there's more to come.

Mom:

You still think you're the boss.

Jan/Deb:

To the grave; not long enough.

Patsy:

You knew me then. Please forget.

Kim:

The childhood mirror shows us well.

Rich:

Punch. Poke. Wasn't it all fun?

Connie:

Just give me Donut and Grape.

Cess:

When I grow up, I'm her.

Beth:

Y'all is southern for you guys.

Probably not the most constructive use of my time. So, I'll add one more for me:

Waster of time, one more time.