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September 24, 2006


Bou, I call your roach in the bed and I'm All-In with a roach in the back of my knee.

My grandparents on my mother's side were very poor. Neither could work due to disabilities and what money they did have was spent on a Bingo addiction. Grandma used to believe that when her left hand was itching, it meant she was going to get money. We'd often hear, "Don, my hand is itching. I need you to drive me to Bingo." There was a different place for Bingo each night. It's kind of funny now.

After my parents divorced, I went to live with my grandparents for a little while. I was obviously expected to contribute by completing chores and such. My assigned chore - dishes. I hated them! Not for the typical reasons, but because I had little helpers that hung out around the kitchen sink. I would move a dish and roaches would scurry. I would put away dishes and disturb their homes in the cabinets.

It gets worse.

We lived in a single-wide trailer with only 2 bedrooms. One room was for my grandparents and the other was for my uncle and his son and then my other uncle slept on the couch. That meant, I got the floor. I had a little pallet that I'd make in the middle of the living room floor.

It was common for me to toss, turn and feel a bit itchy. And then there was the morning I woke up and wiped the back of my knee to find a smooshed dead roach. Yep, a roach. He must have got caught up in my tossing and turning.

I am thoroughly disgusted still to this day.

I moved back to my mother's at the end of the school year.

Posted by Sissy at September 24, 2006 02:57 PM | TrackBack

You have officially topped her story. Blech!
Rough times Sissy....look at where you are today.

Posted by: Morrigan at September 24, 2006 07:33 PM

Holy shit. You win. I had declared you the winner at the kitchen sink roach section... but moving onto the sleeping with the roach section, you not only won, but we should award you some prize.

Meanwhile, I shall go attempt to find a bucket to carry with me... for every time I think of this story, I shall vomit. and its in my head, so i shall think of it often. *huuuuurrrl* Blech.

Posted by: Bou the Hurler at September 24, 2006 10:08 PM

Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a winner! And not merely for the 'Roach Story' game. You've obviously achieved a great deal in your life, Sissy.

Posted by: Mrs_Who at September 24, 2006 10:16 PM

Since trackbacks seem to be a thing of the past, PING*

Posted by: That 1 Guy at September 25, 2006 08:57 PM


Posted by: Jerry at September 26, 2006 01:15 AM

*Ping* raise you a spider and a roach

Posted by: Tink at September 28, 2006 05:42 PM