Hissy Fit — November 2014
Quit Ragging On Me... It's All Good
My mother glanced at the colorful dishcloth hanging from the handle of her oven door.
As she noticed the cloth was slightly disheveled, she asked, “Did somebody wipe their hands on that dishcloth?”
Fully expecting for me to rat out one of my kids, I confidently admitted that I was the culprit,
“I wiped my hands on that dishcloth. Why?” Of course I knew the answer. I learned a long time
ago not to ask questions I don’t know the answer to.
So, I braced myself for what was coming.