A down-to-earth kind of gal, Auntie Eartha adds spirit to the mundane and tells it as she sees it. With a raw sense of humor, she turns routine into adventure, pet peeves into passions, and strikes home with her words. She doesn’t suffer misspellings, bad grammar, misplaced punctuation, inconsistency, or stupidity well, though she admits to making her share of mistakes.
Monday, January 7, 2013
Soon after Anita and I sat down at church, I said, “I’m hungry.”
She looked toward the front of the church where the large table sits, nodded, and whispered, “Don’t worry. Communion.”