Where I’m From
On my previous post, one of my siblings reminded me of something in a comment.
When we were little, my daddy was totally stressing out about whether or not he was going to be able to sell our hogs.
We took good care of his spirits by singing “Don’t Worry; Be Happy,” except for instead of saying “be happy,” we somehow fit in, “somebody will buy your hog!”
So through the years, when one of us got sad, we would start whistling Bobby McFerrin’s bird song, and then we’d say, “somebody will buy your hogs!” just like Erin did on my blog this morning. I love my sister and my brothers.