I told you all last night in “Just Restin” that I’m in a coastin’ mood.  So today I’m postin’ a selection from FB three years ago.  Enjoy.

I had known Sammy most of a school year before I married him, so I guess I should not have been surprised to find a few little flaws in him after a few years of marriage. One of the most serious was that he would pull his tee-shirts off over his head and arms leaving them (the shirts, not the arms) turned inside out for the laundry. The laundry was no problem. I had caught on to the bit about having to wash clothes for the family. But turning those shirts right-side out! That bugged me for years. Finally I decided to quit fighting it; I took those shirts as an opportunity to pray and be thankful for him. So I did that – thinking out a sentence prayer of need and thankfulness each time I turned a shirt. That part of the experience didn’t last long. I guess the devil decided it wasn’t worth his time, God decided to move me on to more important things, or I successfully humbled myself to deal with the problem. I don’t know when I forgot the whole issue; however, I moved on. I find it kind of funny now that I notice I just fold them wrong-side out! He’s happy with that; I’m happy with that.
I gotta go, dear readers, Sammy is putting his laundry in the machine. “Sammy, there are only five socks there. That means one is under the sofa or left in a shoe, or somewhere. Look for it. Remember, even number for socks in laundry. Come on, darlin’, even number. Odd number means one is missing. You’re a math teacher, for goodness sake. Odd numbers, even numbers. Socks equals even number. Got it yet?”

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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  1. Salvageable says:

    If my T-shirts have an image I like, I prefer that they be washed inside-out. That keeps the image safer from the friction of the washing, so it lasts longer. I wonder if that was behind Sammy’s method too. J.

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