Edna: Folks, it has been nigh-on impossible in the Basement lately! Margie has been caterwauling all week because she has a teensy little boil. My lands, with all the screeching and yowling going on around here, you'd think she'd gotten a mortal injury. She was like that when she was a girl, too; you could hear her screaming all the way into town every time she got a splinter.
Now, in our household, we've always found that the old remedies work the best. So I sat her down the other day and slapped some Prid drawing salve on that boil. That shut her up right quick! She's feeling much better now, although you'd never know it from her disposition. Now maybe she'll get back to doing her share of the chores around here...
*not a paid opinion
