Have you been pee-ing in the street?

Ha! That one got your attention. I have a sty in my left eye. A painfully swollen, blurred vision making, red, itchy, hurts-to-blink sty in my eye. I used to get them all the time when I was a kid, from peeing in the street. Or so my Grandpa, my mom's dad, would tell me. That's how you got one, so your mom would know you'd pee'd in the street. He was trying to make me laugh, of course. LOVED to make people laugh. That was one reason of many, he had one to match every illness. If you had a canker sore, you'd kissed a fool, is another I remember. He was a funny-guy. (I get my humor from him and my dad.) Always ready with a joke or a silly toy to play with. He always gave gag-gifts, just to make people jolly. He's been gone a long time now, gosh nearly 22 years. My sister never got to know our Grandpa, she often asks me to tell her about him. Every story I tell of him, makes me smile. I hope that's how people remember me one day...with a smile.