The great ink spill happened last night upon the only decent table cloth I had left. Now it has a big black spot of waterproof black ink the size of a bagel on it. Oh well.
This resurrects the family story perpetuated by my mother, year after year after year after year… I spilled red wine on her white table cloth. NEVER, EVER, EVER do anything wrong in my family circle. You will NEVER, EVER, EVER live it down. When I cross over, it will be all over the other-side how I RUINED the white tablecloth. In fact, it will probably get mentioned on my headstone.
I bought Mom a really excellent tablecloth in Manahattan (actually made my husband do it since he was there). It is a high-end reminder how I wrecked an “Acme” table cloth from Grants Dept. store.
Mom’s pretty cool though, in spite of her elephant mind.
Spill my ink, think of Mom.
Snicker…
Eat Cookies – I did last night!
Tj
