That is what I grew up hearing. When ever I would ask grandma why she would clean her windows when she new it was supposed to storm? The same answer I always got was ITS A DIFFERENT DIRT.
So yesterday I started out cleaning my windows and screens. Well I got busy and didn't get all the windows done. So I finished them today. I know I know it is what I get for cleaning my windows on Sunday. Well wouldn't you know it it started to rain on my beautiful clean windows. I almost laughed out loud. I just thought thanks Grandma "ITS A DIFFERENT DIRT." So I will wash them in about a week or two.
It will be a different dirt.
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2 comments:
cute! I love memory stories like that!
That is modivating. I think the memories of grandparents stay with us throughout our lives to help us get through motherhood. I'm always thinking that my G'ma worked so hard everyday just on homemaking, not running to and frow like a chicken with her head cut off.
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