"A woman spoke of her Grandmother, who lived in the midwest. Her grandmothers idea of a really good time was to board the train to Chicago and wear a big hat, walk down Michigan Anenue looking in all the shop windows and being an elegant lady. By hook or by crook or by fate she married a farmer. They moved out into the midst of the wheatlands and she began to rot away in that elegant little farmhou... se that was just the right size with all the right children, and all the right husband. She had no more time for the "frivolous" life she once led. One day, years later, after washing the kitchen and living room floors by hand, she slipped into her very best silk blouse, buttoned her long skirt and pinned on her big hat. She pressed her husbands shotgun to the roof of her mouth and pulled the trigger.
Every woman alive knows why she washed the floors first"
At first I thought, I didn't know why, but then when I thought about it, of course I know exactly why she would wash the floors first and I guess so would I.
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