The Spoiled Under-30 Crowd!!!

Poor?! We was soooooooooo poor that we would get pictures of toys out of the catalog. When we were done playing we had to put the page back in the outhouse.

I had a stick once. I had a rock one time but that was a hand-me-down from two older brothers.

Mama told me I had a vivid imagination when I was little. I'd leave the house at the crack of dawn and find plenty to do until supper. After the dishes were washed I'd sneak my way outside until Mama would call for bedtime; usually right at sundown.

Funny, I never knew we were poor until years later....

 

You had a cafe?

Want to embarrass your kids in public? (Who doesn't?) Next time you're in a restaurant or cafe take that little creamer and poke four holes in the top - use your fork. Hold it over your coffee and yell, "I'm a cow! Moo! Moo!" Squeeze the creamer every time you say Moo!

You'll get four little streams of cream shooting into your coffee like you were getting it fresh from the source. The kids will hide, die or roll their eyes. It is udder-ly ridiculous.