Reply #3: I thought we were pitiful until my friend began to tell me about her

[roguevalley]

life in Minnesota:

1. Her father dumped her mom with nine kids and she worked like a mule her whole life. She used to clean a church and have the kids help her. The church bastards used to leave money on pews and around to catch them stealing but her mom told them, dust it and leave it. They never stole but that's something, isn't it?

2. She used to make homemade pea soup on Monday and by Saturday it was so watered down it was like dish water.

3. They used to have chicken FEET soup. Her mom could only afford the CHICKEN FEET at the store. Ewwww.

Funny thing is, she married a guy who grew up pretty damned well off. When she and I were telling poor stories, he tried to tell us he suffered too. <G> He said they would eat the steaks and others when they turned brown. Couldn't sell it when the red turned brown. <G> We don't give him any respect. Poor widdow guy. <G> Good thing he's a total sweetheart.