Reminds me of my Aunt Ethel, who despite multiple amputations would eat sugar laden delights. RIP, Aunt Ethel.
Reminds me of my neighbor. My friend and I would sit in the patio with our evening champagne. Our neighbor would come over to sit and chat with us. When we’d offer a tulip of champaign, she say “Thank you, no, my heart”, as she patted herself. Then she’d say, “Oh what the heck, yes, please” She lived to be in her mid 90s. I miss her.