And what the heck is her point with this list? It comes across as just mocking, but was it light, silly mocking, or was did she mean it in a mean, ruffle your feathers way?
It was probably me who told you it wasn't good. I did a ten-page critique on it when it first came out.
I believe she had a still-born baby and got very mad at ghawd and announced her candidacy for Atheist of the Year, but then did make peace and tried again to be a dutiful mormon.
How did you hear that she'd resigned? I wonder if her RM kids stayed in or also resigned?
She once visited us here, right after her mystery was published. If she's exmo, she ought to hang out here!
something. My purse doesn't slam. It has a zipper.
I got a big kick out of the majority of her list.
FHE was hell at our house and only happened now and then. She hit the nail on the head with that one.
So--my mother had a fruit room built in the basement. Nothing fancy. She put shelves in there, not built in. She canned all her life. I refuse to can. I thought when my sisters cleaned out a lot of stuff from the house that they threw out the bottled food. (I was not allowed to be in the family at the time, so I wasn't there.) So my oldest brother told me recently that the bottles started bursting and leaking all over the floor. He gradually got them all out of there and put them in the big black garbage can. He said it took a few weeks to do and he mopped up the sticky floor. I'd like to go over there and tear down the wall she had put up. That room was horrifying. No light. Our basement was very dark.
who do slam. They are hard sided and have a clasp. When I was young, only older ladies had them. Now the younger ones are using them. Wait, my ex's past boyfriend gave me a clutch purse to take to a wedding and it would slam. It isn't very big, but it has a clasp and is hard sided.
AND our fruit room was scary, too. No light in there. We had this issue, though. My mother lived "poor" as she grew up poor. She didn't buy light bulbs very often and we'd move light bulbs around the house. That room never had a light. I was afraid of spiders, etc.
Believe it or not, this one always gets me, but my mom had about had it with being a mom by the time this happene--my youngest brother (who I've told you I'm extremely close to), his wife decided she wanted a divorce. He had nowhere to go. My mother already had 2 disabled sons living with her. My oldest brother had had a stroke at 42--bleed. So she was trying to figure out where my brother could live. I told him he could live here. But she was trying to do anything she could, being a bit out of her mind at the time. She said he could stay in the fruit room. I'm chuckling. I still can't believe she said that.
I hated canning, too. I got to help, too. I absolutely refuse to can. I tried gardening for 2 years a few years ago. I swore I never would as I was raised by a farmer and worked HARD on a farm. I only gave it 2 years. I was done. What a pain farming is.
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