Okay, this is my disclaimer: You gentlemen who are squeamish about women stuff, stop reading now. Girls, youll appreciate this. A few nights ago, our extended family was at our very remote Smoky Mt. cabin (Im talking a l-o-n-g way from civilization here). My 85-year-old mother was packing around midnight and fell over a suitcase, sustaining a deep cut on her forearm. It bled like a stuck pig and wouldnt stop. It was the middle of the night, no stores anywhere around, and the only thing we had at the cabin was a band aid. After going through a whole paper towel roll, my clever and innovative sister Cindy went foraging and found a long forgotten box of Kotex on a top shelf in a closet - the big, fat, old fashioned kind from the 70s. Thankfully the mice hadnt made a nest with them (they love cotton and enjoy shredding socks and Kleenex to make cozy nests in our dresser drawers when were not here). Worked like a charm to stymie the blood flow! So well, in fact, by the next morning we were able to downgrade to a panty liner Scotch-taped to her arm. Only the classiest for my mama! I mentioned our little medical misadventure to a couple of girlfriends via e-mail, and what do you know? Up drives the UPS man with a handy dandy First Aid kit compliments of our dear friend, Gloria. Now thats true friendship for ya! A thousand thanks, Glo!
Posted on: Wed, 09 Jul 2014 00:26:46 +0000
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