For RDP Monday: EUPEPTIC
When I was good, when I was funny, when I was sweet and kind and I radiated obedience and happy vibes through each and everyone of my sugar encrusted pores my Nan used to say:
” You are so sweet, I could just eat you up.”
There were a few days when I was not so sweet – like the day I threw a rock at my brother and instead of hitting his head- which I was aiming for, I missed and my rock sailed through our neighbors picture window.
Safety glass was non-existent when I was a child so that window exploded. The jagged shards that clung to the frame looked like they were grinning at me.
Nan decided to scold me in the kitchen and she said not with sadness or anger but great disappointment that I was ‘rotten to the core’.
I was stood in front of my Nan, posed, I hoped like a very sorry little girl. ” I’m sorry Nan. ” I said.
The kitchen was hot because she had been warming up the oven and there was and acre of chopped potatoes, carrots and onions on the counter.
” I am too. ” she turned to the oven and flipped the dials off.
She was angry.
She glared at me.
“Well. There goes dinner. ”
