I recall one time when a sister came to me with a colorful bit of lint-cloth and said, with nearly authentic tears, "Mom washed my blankie, and this is what happened to it—and then pulled it apart. We had to laugh.
Rob Harrell
December 11, 2015
I recall one time when a sister came to me with a colorful bit of lint-cloth and said, with nearly authentic tears, "Mom washed my blankie, and this is what happened to it—and then pulled it apart. We had to laugh.