I live in a mature woman's body, but I'm not all THAT mature inside. For example, I love potty-talk and anything remotely close to being naughty and/or inappropriate. I'll give you an example.
Growing up, my family and I used to feed the homeless in downtown Seattle every Thursday night. We'd make stuff like spaghetti, franks & beans and sandwiches ... and head downtown.
My cousins and I LOVED doing this. Besides the rewarding feeling of helping others, there was another reason we loved going.
There is a memorial wall on 4th & James with HUNDREDS of names of men (I don't even know what war the memorial is for. We TOTALLY oversaw the significance of it). One of the names on the wall was for a man named KENNETH LIPSCHITZ. Are you KIDDING ME?!? Lipschitz! Could I PLEASE say that word over and over again and NOT get into trouble!?! This was like a dream-come-true.
My cousin's and I would incorporate Kenneth's name into our everyday lives. We'd say things like, "I love you Kenneth Lipschitz" while saying bye to each other. Or "Why don't you go tell Kenneth Lipschitz?" if someone was saying something we didn't want to hear.
We were RELENTLESS! We still talk about him. God rest his soul.
So ... I couldn't help myself the other day. While waiting for a doctor's appointment, I started reading the Building Directory and I came upon ... Dr. Slutsky (see picture for visual reference).
I was in heaven.
OF COURSE I called my cousin RIGHT away!
OF COURSE I took a picture of it on my cell phone and IMMEDIATELY sent it to as many cousins as possible.
OF COURSE I'm still talking about.
I hope I never mature.