There has been a series of articles over the past couple of years about a sign in Boise that is iconic, to say the least. This is the most recent one, inspired by this one, to which my sister and I objected politely but firmly.
OK, she wrote the polite letters. I wrote the testy ones. [Good sis, bad sis? It worked for us!]
Dad would probably roll over in his grave if he knew that Maytag washers were sullying the premises. Oh, how he loved his Speed Queens!
Girls, Tempa is FirstHubby’s mom. His folks and mine were friends when I played with jacks and he was just one of those stinky boys who lived across the street from the laundromat. I don’t think he and I met until I was 20.
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!