Quickie #1:
Ok… I just couldn’t pass this one up. The Juice is getting squeezed! OJ got sent back to the pokey today and I’m soooo loving it! He has been completely out of hand since getting away with murder and I hope the smug thug gets what’s coming to him for this little offense, at least.
Quickie #2:
Since my nostrils have basically sealed themselves shut, I’ve been tearing the house apart looking for something that might work to re-open them. I stumbled on a jar of Vick’s Vaporub and had to share another story about Hanner (my granny). Back when we were little, the queen of home remedies somehow decided that Vick’s could also be taken orally/internally. If you coughed within a five-mile radius of her or dared mention your throat was a little scratchy, she would whip out a bottle of “Vick’s Salve,” scoop up a gob with her finger, and instruct you to hold out your tongue. She’d slather the gob of that nasty stuff on it and tilt your head back so it would slide down your throat. The fact that Vick’s sliding down our throats alone didn’t suffocate at least a couple of us amazes me, but when you consider she was frequently feeding us this stuff for the duration of our cold or flu, it goes beyond miracles that we aren’t all dead! Got to love our Grannies! Those who didn’t kill us, just made us stronger! He, he!

