PrimoDonna
...memories of the past,
thoughts about the present,
and hopes for the future
Oh, the Injustice!
A few years ago, my daughter Amy told me that she had a deprived childhood because of two things. The first one was when we had her hair cut really short. The thing is, her hair was long, and she played hard. She had a lot of tangles and knots, and whenever I brushed her hair, she would cry and move around. I told her that it would be easier if she would just stand still and let me brush out her hair as quickly as possible. She still moved around. Finally, I told her that if she didn’t stop, we’d get her hair cut short and not have the problem anymore. That’s what happened.
The second one was not making grill cheese sandwiches with Velveeta cheese. Do you know how much Velveeta cheese cost?! We sure couldn’t afford it very often on a sergeant’s salary. But mostly, I didn't even think of using Velveeta cheese. Amy had a grilled Velveeta cheese sandwich as an adult and realized what she had missed all during her childhood.
I feel so sorry for my daughter! My heart aches for her! Oh, the depravity; oh, the injustice! Oh, the sorrowful memories of an inhumane childhood!
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Delight yourself also in the LORD,
and he will give you the desires of your heart.
Psalm 37:4
I think Amy got off pretty easy. Hair always grows back, and any kind of
grilled cheese taste better than surplus meat. I remember when I was a kid,
if the coal mine went on strike, the government would send in cheese,
powdered milk and some kind of can meat. Everyone would call this meat
surplus meat.
Tell you the truth I could go for some of that meat right now. I thought it
was pretty good.
I don't know how I survived my childhood! We didn't even have a white
picket fence and a dog!
