I received this Valentine’s Day card in the mail from my sister the other day. She thinks she is so funny.
Oh she thinks she is soooooo funny. You see when we were growing up we all had chores to do. Even though I was the youngest of four kids I was not exempt from the jobs and had to do my share of them. One was to clean the bathroom sink. I can’t imagine that the bathroom sink was ever all that dirty but it had to pass inspection by Mother Superior AKA our mother. Just like the dishes that I washed that got put back into the dishwashing pile it seems the sink was often not clean enough. My mother had high standards of cleanliness or at least I thought so.
One day when I did not pass the inspection (probably rightfully so) I whined that I just couldn’t do it. I was told to use “elbow grease”. I had no idea what that meant and asked what that was. My wonderful loving siblings presented me with a jar of the now famous “elbow grease”. What was in it was a horrid concoction of ingredients that I still have no idea of their origin. Possibly some dishwashing soap, some water, some rocks and pebbles, some toilet water—-I have no idea but whatever was in it was nasty. They all laughed at me —can you imagine??? Poor little innocent me. And the laughter continues some 45 years later………poor me.
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