I was at Costco this morning and you know how everyone joins in on a conversation. The bagging guy was next to the cashier and said, "My Mother tried to ruin my Thanksgiving one year when she served salmon in place of turkey."
The cashier and I looked at one another and laughed but the guy dead-pan serious, said, "No, it's true. She had salmon in place of turkey." We could tell by the look on his face that he meant every blasted word he said.
Big ugly silence. The cashier forgot to keep ringing up. I said, "And now she keeps telling you to get over it." By now the cashier had recovered and chimed in about "get over it."
"No, she doesn't say that," bag boy (in his 30's) said in all seriousness.
Bye, I'm outta there but I thought about it all the way home. HE'S BLAMING HIS MOTHER .....YET.... THAT SHE RUINED HIS THANKSGIVING.
How times have changed. Who ever had the youth of a princess. Not me, for sure. I owned 3 dresses (girls didn't wear slacks or jeans then). Did I wish for more? I honored the dresses I had and loved them. 2 school dresses and one for Sunday. I thought I was lucky because I knew some girls who only had one dress.
Oh, the picture above is of a new patch on my jeans. I know, it's in style to wear jeans with holes, but not for me. I retrieved that pair of jeans from my daughter's Good Will bag long ago and such a perfect fit, it's difficult to part with them.
I was on a picnic with friends and a little girl got stung by a bee. She cried and whimpered and the mother gave her appropriate attention, love and some salve. An hour later, the little girl was still whimpering. All the Mother said was, "Time to buck up," and the little kid stopped crying and went on to play.
Evidently some mother's forgot to say that to their kids. Mine said it.