Mrs. Hunton, My Lady Luck...

When Mom needed to be away, Mrs. Hunton was my babysitter. She wore a wig, had false teeth (which were a little loose and clicked as she spoke), had dark drawn in eyebrows, and a dog named, Bootsy. She was sweet, loved me, and would play with me endlessly. She was a big part of our family.

In a kid's eyes she was perfect because she rarely said no and, was game for most anything. She was also always at the ready to get me out of various predicaments that would have garnered a reprimand from Mom. The most notable being the wrought iron bar debacle which included her using a cube of butter to grease my head, chest and back so I could be sprung from bars I thought I could fit through. To this day I don't know how she remained calm during that one but, she was cool as a cucumber, swirling that butter on me, like a well seasoned chef.

Here's to Mrs. Hunton, my Lady Luck.

Why am I sending this? Because a smile and possibly a giggle are good for your health.

Be safe and take care,
xo Kathryn
A Happy Balance