Loading the dishwasher is high on my â€śdonâ€™t like to do itâ€ť list.
That sounds so petty even as I write it because I remember many periods when we washed the dishes by hand and didnâ€™t die from it.
Before getting an automatic dishwasher, washing/drying the dishes was a routine activity. It had to be done, so we did it.
Youâ€™d think putting the dirty stuff in the automatic contraption wouldnâ€™t be something to irritate me, but it is.
Courier Editor Brent Davis recently made a startling statement in my presence. He said he had seen a TV piece that claimed in a hundred years or so, redheads would fade out of existence.
Wow! That was scary news to me. You can be an endangered species and not even know it.
Nicknames are as much a part of Southern life as biscuits and gravy.
I ought to know. I've lived in the South my entire life and I've been the recipient of several of these after-birth monikers. The most frequent, of course, being "Red." That's a given for any redhead.
Jokes about the flaming tresses started early in life and still go on, even though it takes a little loving care (pun intended) to keep them that way today.
Later on, being compared to the most famous of redheads, and coupled by the fact that my middle name is Lou, I wore the "Lucy" tag for a time.