as I walked out of our tiny post office after mailing a package...
post office lady: "Bye-bye, little Kathy. Girl, you look just like your mama."
I didn't know anything about her, (except that she works at the p.o.,) but it turns out her sister was in Mama's graduating class, so she knew Mama back in high school. I love living in a small town.
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My great uncle always calls me Little Misty...but I think it's because he never took the time to find out what my name was.
-Catherine
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