Speaking of Ramblings......

I just found out that my great, great, great, grandmother went through 5 husbands. Yes five, and according to family legend, she killed them all. I asked about my mom about it, and apparently she only knows of how one died and thinks she was innocent. The story goes that one of her husbands was a raging drunk and would go out drinking every night, coming home wasted in the wee hours of the morning, and would demand a late night dinner. One day she was cleaning out the cupboard (let me remind you this was probably the turn of the century) and found some spoiled beans. She threw them out, using the only food left for her own dinner. That night he came home, drunk as a skunk, dragged her out of bed, and demanded dinner. She tried to explain to him that there was no food left, but after some nasty domestic abuse, she held her head high, sat him down and told him she'd start dinner, and marched outside to go get the beans. She fried them, fed them to him, and the rest is history, he's now buried in The Catholic Cemetary. My family is a lot more screwed up than I though. Although it reminds me of something Mrs. White from the movie Clue once said, "I believe a husband should be like tissue, soft, strong.......and disposable". Did I mention how my grandma's feud with her mother-in-law?