HA Ha, boy that oh boy went down,we still have my Grannies ice shoes.
She lived high up on a hill. When I went down the hill,we would get
out early and my brother and I try to go down the hill on our sledes,
We would always end up in those high drain ditches..Grannie would come
down find us crying. She would have a flyswatter and ice shoes and bandaids
just in case..On with the shoes and out of her apron nice warm
bisquits.yum yum ,then get on up tp that house do you want to kill
yourself??? We were eating and crying,because everytime she fussed
she would hit us in the but with the flyswatter,but those bisguits
and that home made jam hmmm heaven.Everybody parked there cars if they
hand one,down at the bottom of the hill,they would take the City bus
to the Shoe factory,then along came the school buses,we had to sit
on ice to chance shoes ,no ice shoes on the bus,I couldn't wait to get on
the bus,hoped there would be a seat,it was hard for the girls to get up
outside,buts would be stuck to to the ice covered sidewalk,but I always
got a seat,my brother saved me one. And all the way to the school my but
would defrost..Then we moved to Mi. Mom lied said we would love how
warm it was going to be. Oh sure no schoolbuses ,no warm bisquits
just frozen legs ,and listening to the music all night,we lived over a
Polish dance hall.

I had to get my picc cleaned and fooled whith today, A poor old lady
could't hold it coming through the door she had a walker and a massive
amount of Diahrhea with hit the floor and Bob's new shoes, She started to cry and good old Bob in his loud voice said ahhh don't worry Sue over
there does that all the time..I'm thinking I do what???But there was,
never mind....Anyway I was thinking of doing my own painting,but
I changed my mind..Good old Bob is cleaning his shoes,lucky guy he
can't smell to well. Feel better C,get some rest,back to dentist
Friday,hide me... Hugs to all Sue