    |
 |
|
2000-12-18 || 8.10a Shite, this 'Monday' thing just keeps coming back... There's a French-Canadian myth that says 'if you're sick, wear slippers.' Any sick at all, from a head cold to the flu to ovarian cancer. Slippers. My Maman told me of this one time when she was very young, her Papa made her go about with oversized work-socks soaked in Vick's on her feet. She got laughed at by all her friends. She also told me to tell Lover that if she didn't behave, we were just FC enough to do it to her. She quieted down a bit, but I think it was because she was trying not to laugh. ********** When Maman was a young girl, her family lived in a cold-water flat in (I think) Pointe-St-Charles. The only thing they had for heat was a coal burining stove in the kitchen, which is where they did all their cooking and hung X-mas stockings. Maman asked her Papa one night how in tarnation Santa Clause was going to come in through that stove, as there was no hearth. Her Papa pointed to a little door in the pipe that disappeared into the ceiling, a door probably used to clean soot out of the pipe. He said 'He comes in through there.' Maman was unimpressed. 'But it's too small!' she cried. 'But Collette,' her Papa reminded her, 'Santa Clause is magic.' |
older
shite One last little note... - 09.21.2006 de-stressing, biking and terrorism - 06.06.2006 Mildly stressed... - 05.29.2006 More crime stupidity - 05.28.2006 Scary stuff - 05.25.2006
|