Last week while we were packing up yet more collectible figurines and whatever else we could get in those boxes, I looked out the front door (which was open to bring some air in) and saw the little brown jug that has been a part of my family as long as I can remember.
This is not a picture of my jug as I have not gotten around to doing that yet. But it looks like it.
It’s going with me since, like the elephant, I have a sentimental attachment to it. I’m taking Mom’s old costume jewelry, too, (which is another J word) and sorting through her other jewelry. Most of it is nice enough but not that valuable. There are a few nice pieces that neither I nor my sister-in-law want so I’m sorting through jewelry and going to have to learn how to sell it. I don’t want to see the few expensive pieces go for $1.95 on the auction. I hear there is a way of dealing with that. I’m not sentimentally attached to the jewelry.
But that jug is mine.
You know the song? For some reason, in my house, the lyrics were
ha ha ha
he he he
little brown jug
you make me pee!
Dunno why. Dad had some really odd lyrics to songs.