Years and years ago I had a condo on False River in Louisiana. There was an sweet, sweet elderly lady who lived next door, Miss May.
Every weekend Miss May would come over for fried catfish. Towards the end of the meal, if she had some ketsup left on her plate, she'd take another piece of fish. If she had a piece of catfish on her plate with no ketsup, she'd get a dab of ketsup. She said she always had to make it come out even!
We laughed every single time about that!
I was "fixing" to start my sixth Brrrrr tree block, when I looked up and saw that my thread was almost gone. Figured I'd better look at the bobbin. It was almost empty, too.
Gosh, I haven't thought about Miss May in over 20 years. But I smiled today just remembering her always trying to make it come out even!