My mom was a little miffed at my column that ran Sunday.
She agrees that we had a brick in our toilet – she even thought it might have been two – and that we utilized various water-saving tricks during the drought in Southern California. However, she vehemently denies that she encouraged my brother, sister and I to relieve ourselves outside.
Yet, I distinctly remember being told that if it was just pee (can I say that on the blog?) and I was outside, I should find a tree or a bush and do my business. Granted, I don’t remember this happening often, but I do remember it.
Still, my mom thinks I’m smoking crack. She’s concerned you fine folks in NeMiss are going to think she was a bad mom. So, I wanted to let you know that she did teach us how to use indoor plumbing and, no, she’s not a tree-hugging hippy. And, while my parents’ homestead in Gulfport is becoming more eco-friendly by the day (Energy Star appliances and the like), no one skimps on toilet-flushing.
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