8-13-11...STUBBORN AS A MULE
I know I'm stubborn as a mule and I have no problem admitting that. Not that I'm proud of it but I might as well go ahead and admit it. If anyone is more stubborn than me it has to be Brenda. We butted heads so many times it's a wonder we had any sense left at all. I can remember one bad time when we didn't speak for two weeks. Well really we were not Allowed to speak for two weeks. We were arguing about a blouse that I had loaned her and she had kept it so long it had become 'hers'. She was really positive that it was hers and I knew it was mine and wanted it back. We got in a tug-o-war one day and ripped the blouse to smithereens, there was no fixing it, It was ruined. Brenda said, “You can have the old blouse. I don't want it anymore,"and she threw it in my face. When she said that my brain boiled I think. I was so mad at her that I was stunned for a moment, but only a moment. I took the blouse and started hitting her with it. Now that wouldn't have hurt much if it was just a blouse but the buttons made it a weapon to be sure. When Brenda started screeching of course here came Mamma to see what was going on.
What are you two up to now?" she said. "Mamma she tore my blouse up, give her a whipping", I said. "No She did it I didn't" Brenda hollered. On and on it went till Mamma hushed us with one of her 'Looks'. Mamma left the room and I told Brenda to get out and take that old blouse and Don't come back ever. "Nope, I aint'a', gonna do it" she said. That got the fight going again kicking, scratching, and hitting. "Get outta here you old turd" I hollered at her. I got her by the arms and started pulling her to the door but she dug her heels in and grabbed hold of the door handle. That brought me to a abrupt halt and down I went right out the door and on my butt. It had been raining and I sat right down in a mud puddle. Of course Mamma was right behind us. Brenda decided then that she was Ready' to go home and she was going to dart past me. "Oh no Brenda you aint a goin anywhere" I hollered as I grabbed her dress tail and in the mud hole she came. The fight was on again but it was mostly verbal. We called one another the worst names we knew, turd, pooh ball, and of course prissy tail which we both hated.
Mamma said "Brenda go home Now". There was no arguing with Mamma when she used that tone. Brenda lit out like her tail was on fire.
When Daddy got home he and Mamma had a private talk then he walked out to Brenda's house. I jumped up to go with him because I was all over the feud now. My Parents both told me no I wasn't going to see Brenda for a while. I bawled and splutterd to no avail. It was two weeks before we were allowed to see one another again and they were long weeks to us. When my Auntie brought Brenda down after the two weeks she and Mamma asked us if we thought we could behave ourselves now and get along. Brenda and I were hugging but I almost started another war when I blurted out, "Well it was Brenda's fault she tore up my blouse". Oh my gosh. How many times in my life have I let my mouth over rule my brain? Oh, not over a zillion.
