The Roxie Wag

When money grew on trees?

It’s raining here today and on days like this I like to reminisce. One of my favorites is when I was in the elevator with my Mom and I had to “go” real bad. The elevator stopped on every floor and was going soooo slow that I couldn’t hold it and pooped between the third and fourth floors.

Mom was obviously not prepared for this, and, as all eyes burned daggers right through her, she casually pulled out a crisp five dollar bill, bent down, picked up my business and carried the little money package right out the door.

She would so never do that now!