Moonwashed Musings

I chose number four, although it is still embarrassing, I think I’m the only one left that remembers it. We had a coal burning furnace in our house and a grate on the floor in the living room. Apparently, because I was a baby and have no memory of it, I carried my bedroom potty container into that room and dumped it on the grate. The worst thing about it was the pastor from church was in that room visiting with us.

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