Hope everyone had a nice Saint Patrick's Day. The hospital cafeteria where we eat a lot was decorated so pretty with green tablecloths and green and white center pieces. The cafeteria employees all had on the cute little hats and necklaces and shamrocks were on the windows and walls. They really do put you in the mood for holidays.
We've been going to the ranch to feed the cows and turtles but there isn't much to write about except the wind blows everyday and makes it seem that much more dryer.
So since I don't have anything to write about I will tell you a memory I had today of when my girls were young. I sent a forward to an online friend of little kids misbehaving and getting into things. She e-mailed back "Oh my gosh where's my paddle?" lol Like me she raised her kids in the days when you could paddle your kids and not get into trouble. I think it paid off as my girls are nice and from what she has told me her kids are too. As soon as I read the words she wrote I thought of the razor strap we had to paddle with. It was more of a threat I guess. You probably know what a razor strap is--A long piece of leather used to sharpen straight edge razors like men used to use. Men would flick the razor back and forth on the strap. My husband didn't use it, it was just something else we had accumlated along the way. All of a sudden we couldn't find the razor strap anywhere. It just mysteriously dissapeared. I looked high and low so no more threats to use it. One day when I cleaned the chrisper out, the drawer in the refridgerator deep under the lettuce and tomatoes and the papertowels lining the drawer I found the razor strap. At first I'm confused, how did that get there? I know I'm not losing it yet. Then it dawned on me the girls had hid it there. I guess they thought if we did find it and spanked them at least their little hinnies would be cool.