Thanks For Always Being There

This old gal…

Loves to sort and organize…the minute that school bell rang…announcing summer break…those daughters of mine knew what was coming…

Cleaning…sorting…organizing…drawers and closets and cupboards…each and every one of them…but we always started first…with the garage…

Those daughters of mine were willing helpers…eager to make sure garage items worked well…while mom did the dirty work…

Nary a year has gone by…that the sort and organize escapade didn’t consume all of June…which makes this old gal pause…and question…during this sorting and packing for moving fun…how some clever little items…escaped the toss in the trash…year after year…during the purge…

Little Mr. A&D ointment…circa 1991…yes…let’s say that again…1991…been in the family longer than that oldest daughter of mine…in fact this old girl…was her daughter’s age…when Mr. A&D entered the picture…

And then there’s Mr. Vicks…oldest of three found in the cabinet…nestled in the top corner…hiding a little secret of his own…in the recesses of his belly…

Poor little petroleums…waiting to be helpful…but sitting there ignored…for years…sorry guys…it’s time to say good-bye…
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Thanks for your service…

And this husband of mine…agrees…