Bless Your Heart…
My Grandma Couch was born and raised in the south. She and my beloved grandpa headed north for my grandpa’s job when my dad was a teenager. She was never warm again. Seriously. She wore a sweater and a head scarf or hat even during Michigan’s hot and humid summer days. I personally think her mind sent her body in to some type of shock at just the idea that she would have to live amongst the Yankees for a few decades. As soon as the grandchildren all graduated and headed off to college, they packed up and headed south again.
Like most any southern female, my grandmother could zing you with an insult that you wouldn’t even feel. “Bless your heart” usually preceded such a maneuver. Even as a child, I recognized it for what it was and I made it my signature move too.
This Friday Funny is for you, Miss Lena! We sure do miss you…
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