Betty's Blog

April 2013 Twice I have had customers ask me that if they abuse the furniture they are thinking about buying from me would I guarantee that it wouldn't break?!!! The first time it happened, the customer wanted to buy a recliner that I would GUARANTEE the footrest against breakage even if his children sat, stood, or jumped from it! The second time it happened, a different customer wanted to buy a set of kitchen chairs that I would GUARANTEE would not break even when he rocked back on just two legs which was something he liked to do every day! I had to tell both of them that I can not guarantee any furniture against deliberate abuse! I still can't believe that I was asked those questions! Can you?

Eating My Words OMG... will wonders never cease??? 63 years old and I just had my first taste of yogurt. yoplait triple berry torte. i hate to admit how tasty it is! dammit. i could have been eating it all these years! just goes to show you should NEVER say "I hate ____." because you just may have to eat those words some day when you get smart enough to actually try ____. pass the salt.

Phone, phones, phones! My parents grew up at a time when telephones were something new. My mom's family lived in the country and they had a "party line". Other people on your line could pick up their phone and listen in on your conversation. And you didn't have a "number". You had a number of rings! Like two longs and a short or whatever. Keeping secrets was almost impossible! When I was a kid, my folks had one phone. It was big and black and it sat on the "telephone table" (which had a little matching chair) by the back hallway. If you wanted to know where the fire engine just went, you dialed "O" for Operator and the lady in the little brick building that was three blocks away would answer and tell you where the fire was. Yes, I said "dial". There were no pushbuttons and it took a LONG time to dial a number like 507-899-9989 because you had to wait each time for the dial to return to the zero before dialing the nex