My mother had a way of getting mad at people and not letting it go…ever! My mom and dad weren’t very cozy. They never slept in the same room as far as I can remember. Sometime in the mid-seventies, my mother got very mad at my father.  

Then the trouble came… In her anger, my mom came up with a grand plan . She started by doing a very meticulous job of painting his bed frame and dresser a pretty, and girly, PINK. After that she gathered all his boxers and her sewing kit. She got some nice, ruffly, eyelet lace and hand sewed it in all the leg-hole edges. She put quite a lot of energy into her vengeance.

Ah, but we’re not done yet! After all this fine work, she painted on his door, “Here lies the lass with the delicate air.”

And with that, mom dusted her hands and went on to plot her next scheme.