posted on Nov, 3 2011 @ 09:31 AM
From my Dear Grandma....more my Mother than Grandma in many ways.
Her rhyme to me when I'd snitch on a brother or sister over something so minor, it was a waste of her time.
Tattle tale tit
Your tongue shall be split
Every little dog in town
Shall have a little bit.
Also from Grandma, when I wanted something we couldn't afford...
I wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
From my Mother, who ruled with an iron fist, and knew how to use it in anger....
Children should be seen, not heard.
If you do that one more time, I'm going to kill you
tell God you died, and dig you up and kill you again.
Yes, my Mother was a Sociopath...
edit on 3-11-2011 by Destinyone because: (no reason given)
edit on 3-11-2011 by Destinyone because: (no reason given)