We have found one hole in the fearlessness of Little Sunshine. Apparently spiders are a no-go. I had sent her outside to pull weeds from my flower bed, and she returned screaming like a banshee. When she calmed down enough for me to understand what was going on, she explained (between giants panting huffs of air) "THERE......WAS.......A......GIANT.......SPIDER!!!!" "Well, why don't you take your shoe and kill it?" I asked. She gave me a look and said, "What, are you crazy, woman!?!" Ordinarily, her lack of respect for her mother would have been immediately addressed, but I have to admit I laughed. So, I told her, "I tell you what, I will give you a quarter for each spider you kill." She looked contemplatively at me and then stuck out her hand and said, "How about a 50 cent piece?" I was somewhat surprised she knew a 50 cent piece existed. Her daddy piped up and said, "How about I offer you a dollar for every...
The always random, occasionally complex, often confounded commentary and narrative of one West Texas woman's life.