Tuesday, July 21, 2015

A Story by Cousin Tom

More fun found in Grandpa's geneology files. I found a copy of an article published in a magazine. Unfortunately, whoever made the copy did not include the magazine title or date in the copy. The article is a story written by my father's cousin Tom. I believe it's about his step-grandfather who married Tom's grandmother before he was born. I don't know where or when this story was first published. Tom would later profess vows with the Marionists in 1956.

My First Employer
by Thomas Oster

     Gramp, to the average person, is a normal man with gray hair and a dark complexion, but to me he isn't comparable to anyone else I have ever met. He is short now, but some pictures of the "good old days" show him to be a good two inches taller than any other patron in Pat's Bar. His face is a dark, reddish-brown, whereas the top of his head is tinted baby pink, for it has been protected from the sun by an old tattered straw hat. His hair, what's remaining, has been bleached white by sixty-five years of work.

     Grandfather is a jack of all trades and a master of many. When the weather is good, he farms and when it's bad he improves and repairs the buildings and equipment.

     He is an old timer in some respects but usually won't hesitate to purchase some useful new-fangled dudad if it cuts down his work or helps him to relax. He's got a radio, a phonograph, a telephone, a tractor, and a car, if you want to call it that. The car he has now is a 1935 Packard Limousine. He bought it from his brother-in-law who is a funeral director. The plans for today's tanks must have come from the builder of this car. Any car that Gramp drives has to be built strong. Gramp drives correctly only when he is teaching someone else how to drive. He usually owns a big car for he finds that such make good moving vans. When taking a small calf, sheep, goat or bull to market, he takes out the back seat and chauffeurs the animal away.

     City people depend considerably on other people's goods. Gramp, on the other hand, can get along pretty well by himself except for electricity and whiskey. What electricity won't supply usually the whiskey will. Gramp isn't a drunkard; he just gets working power from alcohol.

     Grandfather's education was very meager, for his parents were poor immigrants when he was born and reared on the American soil. His small list of English adjectives is supplemented when possible by a cuss word or two. He never uttered a vulgar word or curse, but used cuss words only for emphasis, description, or opinion.

     As mentioned before, he worked hard and couldn't get along with any one that didn't. When I began to spend my summer vacations on the farm, he took it upon himself to make me a good worker, no matter how much it would hurt me. The day began at six o'clock for me. Gramp would be up at five-thirty but wouldn't wake me until six. From about six-thirty in the morning until seven o'clock ay night we worked. Breakfast was at seven, dinner at twelve, and supper at six. No periods of rest or relaxation followed the meals, except on Sundays.

     Life on the farm can be very interesting; for there are only a few jobs that have to be done every day. There are seldom two days alike, for a farmer has a large variety of jobs. One day a farmer may be doing carpentry work; the next day he may be out fixing a fence.

     I got up and dressed from six to six-fifteen. I then staggered downstairs, washed up and went outside to do morning chores until Grandmother made breakfast. For breakfast, we always had eggs in some form or other. After breakfast I fed and watered the chickens, while Gramp prepared for his work that day. In the beginning, the days I worked with Gramp were few and far between. My main job was to keep the place clean, healthy and orderly.

     When I was thirteen years of age, Gramp began to show me how to farm. Up until then, it was theory; now the practice began. At the breakfast table Gramp would tell me what he wanted; then it was up to me to do it. My first jobs were small, maybe just to harrow a field. The harnesses were heavy, and the horses were very big when I began to work with them. Life was a little lonely at times, for often I was out in a large field for as long as eight hours at a stretch with no one to talk to except the horses, and they were always too busy to say anything.

     After the crops were planted the farm work lightened a little, but there was always cultivating to be done, either by machinery or by hoe. Near the top of the list of those things which I don't like to do was hoeing.

     When summer began to fade and harvesting time approached, all odd jobs were dropped. The grain bags were inspected, patched and counted. The granary was cleaned and set up. After the machinery was put in shape the available farmers were asked to come over on a specified day and thresh Gramp's crops.

     When the threshing machine arrived, the turmoil began. The filled wagons and trucks of grain were driven one at a time along side of the machine. The bundles of grain and straw were thrown on a conveyor belt coming out of the machine. From the opposite end hung a long, large stove-pipe affair. Out of this snorkel came the straw, chaff and plenty of dust. The grain was separated from the straw within the machine and came out by way of a worm gear, through a chute and into burlap bags. The filled bags of grain were thrown on a truck and hauled off to the granary where they were emptied. At dinner time the machines were turned off and the crew washed up in some basins setting outside before coming into the house to eat. After dinner the bustle began again and didn't stop until about five o'clock.

     The work was hard then, but as the years rolled by new machinery was developed, and the farmer could live a little easier.

     Gramp "combines" his crops now and saves himself a lot of hard work. The combine moves over the field and separates the straw from the grain. The grain collects in a bin on the side of the combine and then is transferred into bags. Gramp can thresh his crops now with just two or three men, whereas before he needed to engage maybe fifteen men.

     Gramp's crops aren't as large as they were in bygone days, for his body is worn and his movements slower. His thoughts and actions turned more towards God as the years flew by. He receives the sacraments often and even abstains from his whiskey during Lent.

Sunday, July 19, 2015

Grandpa's Story

My grandfather had always been interested in geneology. I remember visits with him when I was young where he'd pull out his notes, letters and charts to show me how far back he had traced the family. At some point in the 70's, he wrote down his own story which I thought I'd share here. I decided to leave in all the typos and misspellings. I'm not sure why, it just seemed more authentic that way.

I, your grandfather Samuel Francis Owen Grattan born 10 Jan 1903 in a small house on a farm known as the Vanderstilt 1 place located a few miles southeast of Wakefield, Clay County, Kansas.

My parents (renters) moved in 1905 to a larger farm known as the Conover place located in Sherman Township, Section #11, Dickenson County, Kansas.

I grew up on the Conover place, my school days were spent at a rural one room school house known as Praire Dell, District #70 2.

After graduating from the 6th Grade in 1915 my school days were over and I worked on my parents farm, our country was engaged in World War #1.

Sam 1922
A friend and I traveled in his Model "T" Ford to New Raymer, Colorado in the fall of 1923 and worked in the Sugar Beet harvest, Shucked Corn, and other general ranch work.

During that period my oldest brother William Martin Grattan lost his life while on the Police Force of Detroit, Mich.,3 I attended his funeral in Des Moines, Iowa. I moved to Cleveland, Ohio in Mar 1924 and worked on general constructions jobs in and near Cleve. during that period I worked as a common Laborer, house Painter, automobile Mechanic, truck Driver and eventually became an Operating Engineer on Steam Shovels, Steam Cranes, and etc.

The church is on the left. It was torn down and rebuilt in 1937.

Your Grandmother Sophia Josephine Bash and I were married 9 Apr 1932 in St Adelberts Catholic Church, Berea, Ohio., and set up housekeeping at 1594 Hayden Ave., East Cleveland Ohio, in later years we lived in several different locations in Cleveland.

Their first apartment

John William Grattan was born 1933 at St Johns Hospital, Cleveland, Ohio, we were living at 1441 Gridley Ave., Lakewood, Ohio.

Nancy Kay Grattan was born 1936 in St Johns Hospital, Cleveland, Ohio, we were living at [no number given] Bunts Road, (W 140 St) Cleveland, Ohio.

In 1937 we purchased and moved into our home at 14712 Westland Ave. Cleveland, Ohio.

In 1940 we sold our Westland Ave. home, purchase and moved into our home at 1253 Bell Ave., Cleveland, Ohio.

Working as an Operatind Engineer I was employed on a wide variety of Construction Projects i.e. Highway Grading, Buildings, Substructers, Steel Erection, Main Sewers, Steel Mills & Hospitals, Bridges & Power Plants, Ravenna Arsenal, and etc.

Went to Camden New Jersey 31 Mar 1941 for Merrett Chapman and Scott Corp.4 to work as Master Mechanic on thier New York Shipbuilding Yard expansion project.
Merritt-Chapman & Scott ad 1938

When the Camden job neared completion Merritt Chapman & Scott Corp. persuaded me to come to New York and Supervise operation of their Service and Storage Yard, located at Pier 22, Rosebank, Staten Island, N.Y.

We moved out household furnishings from Bell Ave. Cleveland, Ohio in early Dec 1941 to Staten Island, N.Y. After settling all furniture in proper place I connected up our only cabinet type Radio (power and ariel) and tuned it in, the broadcast was President Rosevelt announcing the Pearl Harbor Debacle, 7 Dec 1941.

My job also included inspections of all equipment damaged on active M.C. & S. Const. Projects while in progress and necessitated traveling and spending time at many other places e.g. Argentia  Newfoundland, Kingston & Toronto Canada and many other sites scattered over much of the United States.

In 1945 my position advanced to that of Equipment Manager of all of the Corp's Const. Equipment where ever located, thus my department husbanded the Corp's immense amount of heavy Construction Equipment (4.000 pieces), this necessitated mountains of detail and much traveling on my part.

Your Grandmother Sophia Josephine (nee Bash) Grattan died 15 Dec 1955, interned in St. Peter's Cemetary, Staten Island, N.Y.

Your aunt Florence Beatrice Bash and I were married 9 Jan 1957 in Our Lady of Good Coucil  Catholic church, Staten Island, N.Y.

Much of my time was spent calling on projects e.g. Gorge High Dam in Washington, Priest Rapids Dam in Washington, Cougar Dam in Oregan, Glen Canyon Dam in Arizona, Robt. Moses Hydro-Elect. in New York, Mackinac Bridge in Michigan, Chesapeake Bay Patapsco Tunnel in Maryland, Bridge & Tunnel was the Corp's last major construction Project on which I spent nearly three years full time.

Merritt Chapman & Scott Corp. disbanded their Construction Department in 1964, I transfered into the Corp's Derrick and Heavy Hoisting Department and supervised the remodeling of heavy hoisting equipment, construction of Coffer Dams used on Marine Salvage, and some Heavy Hoisting Operations.

Raymond International, Inc. Two Penn Plaza, New York, N.Y. purchased in 1966 the Derrick and Heavy Hoisting Division of M.C. & S. Corp. in it's entirety including all Personel and operation base.
Soon thereafter I became General Equipment Manager of Raymond's Construction Equipment where ever located, Many of Raymond's Construction Projects were located in Foreign Countrys requiring my travels to England, Italy, Malta, Libya, Senagal, Liberia, Ivory Coast, Greece and Venesuala S.A., Peru S.A., Port O Spain Carib., Paradise Island Bahamas, and many areas of the United States.

During the years following 1958 I hunted and fished and took big game in such areas as; Deer in Nova Scotia, Moose in NewFoundland, Cariboo in Quebec, Deer Elk Antelope in Wyoming, Elk in Washington, Elk in Colorado, Deer in Maine, Deer in New York fished for large Striped Bass in the surf at Montauk Point N.Y. and Sandy Hook N.J. and large Muskelunge in Lake of the Woods & Eagle Lake, Canada

Florence and I spent a month in 1973 visiting-sight-seeing-taking pictures in Zambia and Malawi, Africa.

I retired 10 Jan 1970, sold our home on Staten Island and moved 28 Feb 1970 to Dean Road, Mendham, N.J.

I hope that you will preserve and add your part to this family Biography in the years to come.

1. the name is actually spelt Van Der Stelt
2. Prairie Dell school opened 1874 and closed 1954 (http://www.kansasheritage.org/orsh/byco/orshcodk.html)
3. William died 15 Dec 1923, just shy of his one year anniversary to Anna Cavender http://www.odmp.org/officer/reflections/5661-police-officer-william-m-gratton)
4. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Merritt-Chapman_%26_Scott
photo credit: "MerrittChapman 1938 ad" by Source. Licensed under Fair use via Wikipedia - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:MerrittChapman_1938_ad.jpg#/media/File:MerrittChapman_1938_ad.jpg

Saturday, May 09, 2015

Mother's Day 2015

Happy Mother's Day!! I hope it's as lovely a day for you as it is for me. In case you haven't planned ahead for a gift, I have a few modest suggestions.

1. Pantry Diver.
Since I haven't received my Asimo robot or my organizer monkey, I need a pantry diver. Someone to dive in and pull out the shortening that's buried beneath 15 other things and then put back everything that fell out so I can continue with my baking. Also to make sure I use up the first package of raisins before I buy more since I can't find the second or third package.
I'm going in for the chocolate chips!

2. National Reading Day. 
I've stopped keeping a list of books I want to read because it's too depressing to look at the list of 40+ books knowing that even if I really tried, I can only do a book a week. That means I'm a year behind in my reading. So I propose a National Reading Day where you're required by law to put aside all other obligations/responsibilities/etc and spend the day reading. I'll even make the coffee and oatmeal cookies for it, you know, to use up all the raisins. I know this idea will probably tank the economy, but that's a small price to pay for a lovely day of coffee, cookies and a good book.

3. Ketchup Cap Cleaner.
I don't know about you but when I have ketchup on the table, it starts off a clean bottle. By the time it makes the circuit around the table, you'd think we turned the bottle inside out. Yet said messy bottle inevitably gets put back in the refrigerator before I see it so when I pull it out the next time, there's fossilized ketchup around the opening. I'm sorry if I just ruined your appetite, but I had to confess that one.

4. Project Finisher. 
I have since taken up crocheting in addition to the knitting and sewing I do because I'm insane and don't know when to stop hurting myself. I think it's a symptom of my Art-School-Itis. On the road to self realization, I have also found that while I have skill in creating and starting a project, my motivation runs out just before the project is done. As a result, I have, among others, a project in which 86 buttons have to be sewn on, tote bags without handles, and scarves with yarn dangling off. I need someone to come in and put the finishing touches on these project yet be ok with me taking all the credit (you're surprised by this?) Said Project Finisher must also be able to fetch me more coffee as I start more projects.

Please. Make her stop.

5. Saucifier.
I have previously written about my recipe issues. A lot of these recipes come with sauces: lemon taziki? roasted tomato relish? banana mustard? sure, why not! 
Yeah, I know this sounds horrific, but the sauce is fantastic!

Of course, once the main course has been eaten up with ketchup (see above), there's always sauce left that I just can't bring myself to throw out. And I can't make a tote bag out of it. But since the entree on which it's served is gone, there's nothing to eat the sauce with. So in my refrigerator they sit. And sit. And sit. Someone needs to come in and either transform the sauces into an edible soup or teach my kids to spread it on their sandwiches. A peanut butter, Fluff, and Buffalo Ranch sauce sandwich is really not as bad as it sounds. No, really.

So there you have it; a short little list of things I really need. Now get shopping while I start this crochet blanket.

Sunday, September 07, 2014


I’ve been tagged in this thankfulness thing and since it doesn’t involve dumping something on my head or imply that I’m not thankful/caring/have a soul if I don’t pass this cute cat meme on, I will take part. Now I could do the obvious and list things like my husband, my kids, my faith, but to me that’s a given. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think, “How did I end up with these fine people because I’m not that nice a person.” So I thought I’d do something different. A couple of years back, I read an article that challenged the reader to spend a day thanking God for everything, not matter how small and inconsequential. This article resonated with me for a few reasons. The first reason is related to my favorite quote: “God is in the details.” We all love the stories of the big miracles, we all like the stories of the fancy things spouses do for each other but for me, but the closer I edge towards 30, 40, 50, I find what really counts is the small stuff. He bought me a coffee, I found the up front parking spot on a rainy day, my favorite ice cream is on sale. The little things can make or break a day. Secondly, the challenge seemed like the prayer without ceasing thing mentioned in 1 Thessalonians and I figured this would be a good step in that direction.

What I found doing the challenge was the more I said thanks for, the more I found to be thankful for. So I now walk around a lot mumbling “Thank you, Jesus.” And depending on your beliefs, maybe I’m walking around talking to God or maybe I’m walking around talking to the sky. But I do know I’ve been a lot more thankful since I’ve started and that can’t be a bad attitude to have.

So back to this Facebook challenge: I’m supposed to list three things I’m thankful for over a few days, but I’m kind of lazy so I figured I dump them all here at once. Ready? Here are the small things I’m thankful for:
  1. Football season: Hubby works hard to keep me in the life I’ve become accustom to so early in our marriage, I resolved to do my best to indulge him in this interest. It has since turn into a lovely Sunday afternoon of him bonding with a few of our kids over football facts, fun foods for dinner (dough boys, anyone?) culminating in a Superbowl get together filled with cheese, bacon and carbs.
  2. Knitting/Crocheting: it gives my fidgety fingers something to do, makes waiting at the doctor’s office (or anywhere else for that matter) more productive, allows me to be crafty without a huge cash/time outlay, and it’s enabled me to meet some really interesting people (interesting in a good way, not that raised eyebrow way)
  3. Bubble tea: I can’t explain just trust me on this
  4. Air conditioning
  5. My laptop: It’s like my lovey.
  6. Seafood
  7. RV’s
  8. Facebook: No, seriously. I really enjoy touching base with people I grew up with, went to school with, etc, looking at all the pretty wedding dresses.
  9. My small group peeps and the ancillary folks associated with them. And by ancillary, I don’t mean second stringers, but the friends of my friends I’ve gotten to meet as a result of being friends with my friends. Got it?
  10. Free Fun Fridays: When you have 6 kids, anything that’s free is good. Well, except half eaten pastries. No, really. I’ll tell you that story some other time.
  11. My neighborhood: I love walking to the corner and buying cilantro and lemons off of the veggie vendors there. They will also hack open a fresh coconut for you too.
  12. Eating out: I seldom get to so I’m very thankful for when I do.
  13. Legos: Those things are bloody genius.
  14. Books: If I’m not knitting/crocheting, I’m reading and vice versa
  15. My big ol’ van: I know I complain about the gas milage and the maneuverability of it, but sometimes driving a bus comes in real handy. Could be a Napoleon complex thing.
  16. Teaching Sunday school: Those kids are just too adorable and they’re at an age where pretty much anything I do is funny. It’s also a challenge to communicate why I believe what I believe. If I can’t get a seven year old to understand, then I’m doing it wrong. Also, my teammates are pretty cool too – especially that Jen Dyer woman.
  17. BJ’s free samples: It’s now a Friday ritual for me and the kids. The boys think it’s awesome to get cake, ice cream and a bit of BBQ chicken pizza all in one day. When they realize what a small thrill this is, I’ll be bumming.
  18. iPod Touch: It’s a phone book, memo book and calendar all in one small appliance. And as such, allows me to carry one of those cute small pocketbooks rather than a suitcase.
  19. Yard sales
  20. Internet: I can order yarn and crochet hooks and have them delivered to my comfy recliner? Yes, please!
  21. Coffee
  22. Ice Cream: Except those flavors with nuts in them. That’s just a travesty of justice.
  23. Pizza: the savior of ruined dinners and the staple of a kid’s definition of a great day.
  24. The smell of a newborn’s head.
  25. The smile newborns make before they’re aware of smiling. It’s like they’re remembering something funny and not letting you in on the joke.
  26. Ok so I can’t think of two more things to make an even 30 .
  27. So I’ll stop here.
  28. And you can be thankful for that.

Sunday, August 03, 2014

Job Performance Review

Having completed another year of being the Husband of the Domestic Goddess, I decided it would be fitting to have a job performance review for Bo Hunkmeister. I have posted the transcript of our review here in the interest of corporate transparency.

Me: Bo, for the responsibilities listed on your job description, you are currently being compensated with my unqualified love along with periodic performance bonuses of unlimited smooches and hugs. There’s also other compensation that, for the sake of corporate security, we will not disclose. Pending the result of this job review, there is the possibility of a raise in your compensation in the form of a Chicken Fried Steak dinner with the pie of your choice.
Bo: Uhhh... ok.

Me: Let’s get started. Bo, what do you think are some of the highlights of the past year?

Bo: Well, in addition to my usual responsibilities of being an excellent husband, I’ve talked you out of your tree more than a few times, I introduced you to some more fun relatives you didn’t know, and I took you and the children on a three week adventure. I was a big supporter of all of your projects (writing, sewing, knitting, and professional whining) and I also kept you well supplied with iced coffee, bubble teas and whatever other whim happened to prance across your mind.

Me: Too true. There were some real accomplishments this year. I especially appreciated your effort on the trip to make sure it was a vacation for me and not “same job, different location.” Ok, next question. What would you say your strengths are? What skills do you bring to this job?

Bo: One of my strengths is definitely understanding that even if I don’t understand what you’re upset about, if it’s important to you, than it’s important to me. My other strength is my ability to sense when you need an iced coffee and to deliver said iced coffee in a timely manner. I also have the ability to see when the children are eating your flesh and to step in before someone gets hurt and/or arrested.

Me: Yes, I have noticed that we have finished this 23rd year of marriage with the same number of children we started with. With regards to our shareholders, also known as the grandparents, that is a very important accomplishment. Let’s continue; what would you say your weaknesses are?

Bo: Well, the ‘Great Biscuit Incident of 2008’ was kind of a watershed moment for me, a turning point if you will, in my approach to this job from which I learned a lot and made a lot of changes. But, if I had to point out a weakness in my approach to this job, it would probably be not having engaged a psychotherapist to help me understand all 256 personalities within you.

Me: Yes, I understand being the Husband of the Domestic Goddess can be a challenge of heroic proportions, but then that is why you were chosen for the job. Maybe that’s something we can work on for the coming year. You certainly are always interested in ways to improve, which in itself is a laudable characteristic. So along that thought, are there any goals you’d like to set for the coming year?

Bo: I think some constructive goals for the coming year would be to continue to seek ways to do my job better and come up with more funny inside jokes that are too warped for us to share with the general public. And maybe buy stock in Dunkin’ Donuts. Yes... definitely buying stock.

Me: Well, Bo, I may be speaking a little too hastily here, not having convened with the board of directors, but I must say we are quite please with your performance. We will continue at your aforementioned compensation level along with the stated bonuses. We thank you for yet another year of wonderfullness and we look forward to next year’s review. In the mean time, let’s go get some Chinese food!

Bo: As you wish.

Thursday, July 31, 2014

Falling on My Sword

Seeing as how there was sooo much interest in the subject of bizarrely flavored Lays, as a public service, 

and to save you $4.29 in buyer’s remorse,

and because I had a house full of kids who are willing to do silly things in the name of a fun blog post,

and because one of them said, “Buy them! It will be like a science experiment!”

I went ahead and bought a bag.

I am almost ashamed to admit that.


I bought the bag home and set the bowl before six kids ranging in age from five to 13. Keep in mind these are the kids who thought Cool Ranch Doritos sandwiched between Oreo cookies was a taste sensation. I would say that qualifies for being “open minded”

Here are the results:

O, the 13 year old: “I’m confused.”
A, the five year old: “I like coffee and I don’t like coffee anymore!”
E, the 11 year old: is speechless
J, the eight year old: “Blech!!”
H, the ten year old: “Meh.”
W, the 12 year old: “Did Lays even try these before they sold them? I mean, I keep trying them to see if they would taste better but they don’t.”

The 17 year old walked in and said, “You didn’t seriously buy these, did you?” and walked out.

Apparently this particular flavor was submitted by Chad of Henderson, NY. He is quoted on the back of the bag as saying, “Cappuccinos are my lifeblood. A cappuccino potato chip lightly dusted with sugar...I may never put them down.”

Good grief, Chad! Where in the name of all that is good are you getting your cappuccinos? The Flying J truck stop?!? This potato chip is an affront to all that is good and holy about coffee based beverages.

A quick visit to Google Maps showed that Henderson, NY is a rather scenic town on the shore of Lake Ontario; 20 minutes from a Starbucks in Watertown and 12 minutes from a Dunkin’ Donuts. Really Chad, there is no excuse.

And it makes you wonder what Lays passed over thinking that this flavor would sell.

The highlight for me was the fact that Lays felt it important to put this statement on the bottom of the bag: "Does not contain caffeine"
Good to know 'cause I was a little concerned about the kids catching a buzz off of these.

Friday, June 27, 2014

You Have Been Warned

Dear Appliances,

As you may be aware, the Bo Hunkmeister is going on a trip. This letter shall serve as your official notice to stay on duty. Previously, when the Bo Hunkmeister has gone away, a few of you decided that it would be great fun to stop working and leave me bereft of your services. While this has at times provided a small amount of amusement in the form of blog posts, in general, it has been a highly irritating happenstance.

Therefore, I am formally putting you on notice that failure to work according to your accepted standards will not be tolerated. It has already been an expensive year with the furnace, alternator and van transmission deciding to go AWOL. So much so that the Bo Hunkmeister and I were contemplating celebrating New Year’s Eve June 1 in the hopes of ending an expensive year and starting a newer, less expensive one. The UN however denied our request to alter the time/space continuum.

Thus you are hereby ordered to continue working. Please heed this notice. As the mom of six, two born by C-section, I am not to be trifled with. To paraphrase Shakespeare, hell hath no fury like a mom left without her appliances.

In closing, treat me right and I will treat you right. Resort to your previous hi-jinks and there will. be. pain.

Love Always,
the Domestic Goddess