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umbra
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Rose, I'll tell you 1 more of my mother/aunt stories, and then stop. My aunt came to visit and my mother was making coffee. Back then, it was a percolator type of coffee pot. The bakelite handle had cracked so my aunt threw it out. My mother went into the trash and got it back and washed it out. My aunt asked why my mother would want a coffee pot with a broken handle, my mother said, "because it makes good coffee"Umbra, I like your mom.
One more rant, this woman tells everyone everything good she ever does. I thought my mom taught me if you do good, keep it to yourself. Do you think this is psychological and I am mad cause i am not organized and don't give a rip? I get done what needs to be.. Bunch of sanctimonious christians need to smoke a joint. Please forgive my, i don't hate christians. My mom was one.