Root Beer

Random memory while driving home the other day...

Mom said her family used to make their own root beer during her childhood (in the '30s and '40s). They  would store the bottles in the cellar -- a good place, as it was cool and dark-ish.

Every once in a while, though, especially if the house was quiet, there would be this POP!! as one of the seals on the root beer bottles failed and the cork tried to come through the ceiling.

The Bragging Neighbor

Years ago, when I was still in grade school, my sisters were both in the advanced/gifted program. I remember it being called "humanities."

There was this neighbor who loved to brag about her kids, and one day she was talking to Mom about how her kids had just started with humanities, and how she was so proud of them, and how much they loved it...blah blah blah...

Then she said something along the lines of, "Marion, you should have your girls try out for the humanities program. Maybe they'd be able to get into it too!"

(Get the implication? My kids are already in this program, so that means they're smarter than your kids, but maybe your kids can someday catch up/measure up?)

My mother very quietly says, "They've already been in humanities for a couple of years now."

(neenerNEENERneenerNEENER)