We watched Winter's Bone last night (which was funny in name only if you saw SNL a few weeks ago), but not funny at all. In a weird way, it made me sad and nostalgic for my childhood. Growing up with parents from very small towns in southwest Missouri, we spent a lot of time at my maternal grandparents' home as kids. They were poor, and lived in a two bedroom, one bath home - NO bath for a while, as they did not get indoor plumbing until I was about five. When my entire family visited, and there were a LOT of us, we were crammed three to a bed, which sounds horrible to me now, but as a child, was the best thing ever.