Bums is right. I haven't even bothered to put on any clothes yet! Just runnin' around the house in my nightgown takin' care of babies, making blankets, and lookin' in the pantry every time I pass to see if there is anything worthy for breakfast....
Bums is right. I haven't even bothered to put on any clothes yet! Just runnin' around the house in my nightgown takin' care of babies, making blankets, and lookin' in the pantry every time I pass to see if there is anything worthy for breakfast....
I grew up liking just about everything except okra (too slimy), internal organs (too gross to even think about!!!), and pickled pigs feet -- a horror to look at in a jar at the store. My dad had this trick of if we passed on something going around the table he would say, "Good, more for me", and that was how he got us to try new things. I finally got to where I like fried okra, and then sliced okra in vegetable soup, but no organs or pigs feet for me!
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