Me and my big mouth—could I ever get myself in trouble! All the times I could have just kept my mouth shut, but no, I just had to speak up. I had to tell someone what I thought. I had to express my opinion. I had to set someone straight. It is so embarrassing to look back on all the dumb things I said when I could have said nothing.
My mother used to tell me, “The kindest thing to do and say is the kindest thing in the kindest way.” I would say, “Sure, Mom,” and then go out in the world and blow it.
JoAnn was better than me about this. Of course, I think she is better than me in almost every way. I can open a pickle jar for her, but that’s about where my male supremacy ends. JoAnn was always more diplomatic, more tactful, and yes, more kind. But she had her moments, and they were doozies. Afterward, she would blame me for not stopping her—as if I could halt a locomotive by standing on the track! No, we weren’t perfect. We are not today. But today, I think my mom would be proud of me.