Late Night Conversations

Last night, Vince was trying to read in bed and, as usual, I was talking non-stop.  I always think I’m tired and then I get in bed and get a second wind and think of a million things I wanted to tell Vince. He’s either trying to sleep or trying to read . . and my talking aggravates him. Sometimes, I have really enlightening things to say. Last night . . not so much.

Me: Did I ever tell you about the time I ate M&Ms and Cool Whip and got sick?
Vince: No.

Me: Did I ever tell you about the time I ate too many oranges and had to go to the ER?
Vince: No.

Me: Did I ever tell you about the time we were little and were helping mom decorate Christmas cookies and my sister poked a bunch of the little ball decoration things up her nose and I think we had to go to the ER?
Vince: No.

Vince: Did I ever tell you that you are weird?
Me: No . . 

Vince: Did I ever tell you that I don’t know anyone except you who sleeps with the bedroom window open when it’s 29° outside?
Me: No . . but don’t you love it?
Vince: No!

 

I was in high school and my friend and I stirred one of the huge bags of M&Ms into a container of Cool Whip and then we ate the whole thing. I got sick . . I think she did too. I believe that’s when I lost my desire to eat chocolate.

I was also in high school when my dad came home with a huge bag of the most delicious oranges ever. I ate way too many of them, then broke out in hives, my eyes were swollen almost shut and I had to go to the ER.

I was probably 6 and my sister was 4. We were helping mom decorate Christmas cookies and my sister kept poking the little round ball decorating things up her nose. Mom and dad couldn’t get them out but couldn’t. I remember them talking about taking her to the ER but I really don’t remember what happened. She survived . . I’m sure of that.

I love to sleep with lots of quilts on the bed and there aren’t many nights when it’s cold enough to do it so . . we sleep with the windows open and about 6 quilts on the bed.

When I was a kid, my grandparents only had one little propane heater in the living room. They never used it at night. They lived in north Louisiana and it gets fairly cold there. The old house had not much insulation, poorly fitting windows and a hole in the floor. I always stuck toilet paper in the hole because I was afraid critters would come through the hole and get me. We slept under a lot of quilts and we didn’t move once during the night because that bed was so cold and if you got out of your “spot”, you froze. I miss those days! On cold nights now, with the windows open, during the night I’ll move my leg a little, and I feel how cold the bed is and it always makes me smile because it brings back wonderful memories of cold winter nights at my grandma’s.

Every day I miss my grandma . . more so during the holidays.  I hope Addie will grow up and have good memories of times spent with me. Once Vince retires, we’re spending every Christmas in Missouri . . or wherever they live.