The other day I found, at a garage sale, a book on entitled BECOMING A LADY. I assumed it to be a tongue-in-cheek type book. It wasn't. Unable to help myself, I started reading aloud to my two garage sale buddies.
Here are a few of the rules of becoming a lady:
A lady never wears linen before Easter or after Labor Day. (Whew. I'm safe there as I don't wear linen at all. Too much ironing.)
A lady always wears lipstick. (Really? When she's in her sweats or her husband's t-shirt that reaches to her knees?)
A lady never nags. (Oh, right. How do you think my three sons got their Eagle awards in scouting?)
A lady never whines. (Okay. This is probably good, but whining is one of my favorite activities, right after eating, swearing, and reading.)
A lady never finds fault with others. (Another good one. I'm sure I could do better at it if I didn't encounter people at garage sales who are asking ridiculous prices for their junk.)
The list of what a lady does and doesn't do continued until I was in danger of puking on the driveway of the person holding the garage sale. (I didn't see it listed, but I'm guessing that a lady never pukes in public.)
Gem for the day: a lady is one who cares about others. Period.
These are funny things. I suppose for the most part I'm not a lady then.
ReplyDeleteI am no lady. Never have been. Don't care to be. At least according to the rules listed in that book. I'd rather focus my time on the qualification you listed.
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