I was trimming my toenails last night and my mind drifted back to when I was a kid. Like I said before, times were sometimes hard but I remember when little brother lost our only pair of nail clips... Until they were found, once a week, mom would gather us all around the wood burning stove before bedtime and would pack peanut butter under our toenails.. Wed then go to bed, while we slept with our feet out from under the covers, the mice would gnaw our toe nails down for us. Its memories like that, that make a childhood. And before ya knock it, try it. Once ya get last the tickle of their lil whiskers, its not that bad...... Like little butterfly kisses....
Posted on: Wed, 31 Dec 2014 13:47:14 +0000
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