Long ago, when both our daughters were small, my sister Shirey (who blogs at Shirley Midtown) gave us little girl hand-me-downs, because my daughter was smaller than her’s by a year or so. The tradition continued through the years (and has to this day, even though our daughters are now in their 20s), but I’ll never forget a remark she made once that hurt me more than I’m sure she intended it to. She handed over a big bag of hand-me-downs and said, “I had some other stuff to get rid of, but it was so old and in such bad shape, not even you would have wanted it, so I threw it away.”
Ouch. But, being the resilient Redneck that I am, I shrugged it off.
Last Sunday, one of my nieces (Lisa) got even for me.
Four of us were in the kitchen washing and drying dishes and Lisa asked, “So, what’s new with everybody?”
“Well,” Shirey said, “We have some new friends.”
“Cool” Lisa said, “How do you make new friends when you get that old?”