Screw up or screwed up!

I loved my parents.

As I realize now, they were truly tolerant and wonderful. Dad was my hero...and Mom, well, as some women know, we didn't get along. I learned how to push her buttons.

I was always vying for Dad's attention. Daddy's little girl and favoring his side of the family, Mother wanted me to be a "little doll". Wouldn't you know, I was a tomboy. Mother couldn't keep me clean enough.

On an Easter Sunday, I was dressed in a special red velvet and white laced dress. While Mom and Dad were getting ready, I went into the kitchen and got out my favorite food, a stick of butter and jar of mayonaise and began "creaming" (cleaning) my face, which got all over me, the dress, the kitchen table, floor, you name it, it was on it. It was probably one of the first "Hansard Fits" that I remember my Mother throwing.

I ruined her Easter. Kind of like telling the world "there is no Santa Claus"!

As I said, it was one of the first screw-ups of my life.