"Geez Lou-ezze, it's cold today!"
We Southerners are real
whiney butt babies delicate when it comes to cold weather. Granted, we don't get nearly as cold as lots of places do, but it's cold enough today to cause my nose to "drip" when I go outside. Who knew?
I'm walking about the store minding my own business and my nose goes drip-drip-drip and of course I have not a Kleenex to be found. So what to do?
just like a 3 year old.
Thinking about this brought back a "repressed" memory from my childhood. It must have been stored in the back of my brain filed under "things to not disclose", but I'm gonna tell it anyway, as I haven't thought of this in years . . .
When I was 5 years old I stayed with my Grandma during the day while my parents both worked. Though my Grandmother has been gone for MANY years I still have many vivid memories of times spent with her.
I guess most of us will never understand exactly what that must have been like.
Mouths to feed.
Getting by any way you could.
When clothes became dirty they were thrown into the closet floor in Grandmas bedroom, where they stayed until "Wash Day". In the meantime, anytime someone in the family needed to wipe or blow their nose it was the practice to go to the "dirty clothes" pile in the closet and GRAB anything there and BLOW or WIPE as we needed.