My ex’s dad’s family would, during the Depression, find dead cows with holes in their sides. They would then hit it with a stick and catch the possums that ran out to eat for dinner. You do what you have to do…..
My ex and I adopted some of our foster kids, the older ones got to choose their names, son changed his whole name and oldest daughter just changed her middle name. My two youngest we choose to change one’s middle name and the other ones whole name.
My grandma was babysitting my brother and fell asleep. When my parents got home they saw that he had drawn a trail on the floor from the t.v. to around the couch and out the door in crayon so the Lone Ranger could escape. Dad grabbed him and said let’s go! Mom was SO mad!!
My uncle had hemochromatosis and they threw his extra blood away. My dad had MDS (Myelodysplastic) and needed blood transfusions all the time because he didn’t make red blood cells. So, I have a chance of making too much or not enough.
I worked with a lady that would pour rubbing alcohol on her key board every morning even though no one touched her desk and she couldn’t figure out why her key board stopped working every month or so, we tried telling her but nope, the alcohol wasn’t the cause…….
My ex’s dad’s family would, during the Depression, find dead cows with holes in their sides. They would then hit it with a stick and catch the possums that ran out to eat for dinner. You do what you have to do…..