My nail polish back story…

How funny is this!  Who knew?

I went for a manicure and pedicure a few weeks ago.  There was only one choice…

I have laughed over this.  My friends have called and said, “Oh my gosh, I know this story!”

I will never forget those flowers.  I have looked for the card because I usually save everything.  I had a heart attack when I opened the card and read, “You so good, my legs so tired” on May 17, 2001.

The reason I remember so vividly, it was the day I married Wade.

I remember telling John, “I can’t believe you sent me flowers with that on the card.” (They were delivered to the Woodstock Town Hall.)  And his reply, “I didn’t know you were getting married.”

Poor John, his timing was terrible. 

We were the best of friends.  I loved that they compare him to Boo Radley, because that made me Scout.  And, To Kill A Mockingbird has always been my favorite book.

He was definitely a Boo Radley in every sense.  He had local stories about his strange behavior and most of it was true.

He loved to fuss and gossip.  He also loved to shock and vandalize.  Some people he absolutely terrorized.  I had to watch what I told him.  I learned quickly that he wanted to make me laugh even at the expense of someone else.  

He didn’t sleep at night much, so he would come in sideways around noon going about 90 miles an hour wanting to tell me about his latest obsession.  Sometimes it meant that I fussed about things he should not have done.  Sometimes he listened. 

I would try to listen or tune him out or put him to work. He had usually  made his local rounds and informed me of what he knew.  

I was very upset when the podcast came out.  The name alone gave me a heart attack.  I honestly was worried about me.  

It later changed to him.  It was very hard to hear his voice again.  Those rants still own me.  I can’t help it.  They are so John.

When Kellye took me over to the house, she let me pick what I wanted because I knew him.  Lots of people have given the Burt’s a hard time, but I know they have provided for Mary Grace and been very considerate of me.

My favorite things

His model house, Bellingrath Book, treasure chest, bottles, and clock are mine.  To me, they are worth more than any gold you could dig for.

I remember a version of him that was not so angry.  And, that is the one I choose to dwell on.  The same one who laughed over 80’s music, collected furbies, and ranted nail polish names.

So thanks in advance for the shout out on National Nail Polish Day, it really makes me smile. 

Don’t laugh, 

Cheryl 

4 thoughts on “My nail polish back story…

  1. I’m thoroughly enjoying your stories, Cheryl. Keep telling those stories, as Rick Bragg once told me many years ago when we crossed paths. People who aren’t from the South just don’t get the way Southerners tell their stories, and they never get old. Kind of like the story my sister and I share of the “Beach Trip that Could Never be Duplicated.” Thank you for giving us a peek into the memories of simpler times and deep bonds.

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