What’s so bad about June? I’ve always liked her, as long as I stayed free from comparing my performance to hers. (You know what I mean ladies...whom among us has never fallen prey to "Martha Envy"?)
In my youth, I remember watching re-runs of June and Ward. Ah, June, the dutiful wife of the perfectly respectful husband, and connected father. Her children rose up and called her blessed…just think about how they’d always kiss mom on the cheek. And her husband praised her. Well, he didn’t do a lot of complimenting on the show, but his admiration for her showed.
Remember how he’d help her do the dishes?
And he let her stay home? And she didn’t even have little ones to watch.
He sure did love her.
No wonder she loved what she did; kids who adored her, and the support of a strong loving man. Not to mention an entire society that embraced her rank as honorable.
Who can blame her for celebrating housework –dolling up in pearls to mop the floor.
What a mom.
What a man.
What a family.
What a team.
Put on some pearls, and a happy face today. You're important!
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