I am surprised I am not more messed up as an adult than I am.

I grew up with some explicit rules. If you go to a movie, it must be a Walt Disney Production, and later, you don't take a girl to a drive-in movie.

I have blogged before about the dilemma of growing up with Borden's milk, yet the "acceptable" carton tops for entry into the Saturday movie matinee was Gandy's. I don't know where my Mom came up with the box tops, but I bet they were a bargain for two or three hours of baby sitting!

It was very confusing that at the movie, Disney was the only acceptable production, yet come Sunday evening, Disney was a no-no as it went head to head with evening services.

I think I was thirty years old when I finally got to watch the Wizard of Ox in a Sunday evening slot on the television. (Mom, I may have been in third world country on the other side of the world and it was probably a mix up in days of the week.)

I had a hard time figuring out why Disney was wholesome of Saturday and the devils spawn on Sunday.

I'm getting a headache, just thinking about it.

Have a day and a weekend!

FATHER, than YOU for down time. Rest me well.