Yes, I know. I moved and then disappeared. I went to visit my Granny for 3 days, and I’m absolutely WHUPPED. And I’ve got tons of pictures to edit and post. I’ll give you the highlights:
Day 1 – Granny’s reading the paper. I walk in with my cup of coffee (still in my jammies and with unbrushed hair) and she says “I’m gonna find you a husband!” and turns to the classified section.
Day 2 – We’re all sitting around the table, enjoying a post-lunch cup of coffee and conversation. Daniel is *very* busily playing with his toys. She looks at him, with this incredulous look on her face and says “I had me FOUR of them lil thangs!!!” We all fell out laughing at her.
Day 2 (later) – I’m in the kitchen, going through Granny’s recipe book that she’s been writing in since 1959. I ask her if I can take the book to scan in, and she makes me PROMISE to leave out the recipes that “ain’t worth the trouble”. I tell her that’s why I *want* the book in the first place – it’s not just the recipes I want, it’s her notes and sassy attitude. I try to explain that I’m going to scan the pages in, but she gets caught up in the difference between a Xerox and a scan. Needless to say, that was a comedic discussion in and of itself. I’ll just have to show her.
Day 2/3 (midnight) – Daniel falls out of the bed. Granny’s basement is empty, and has hardwood floors, and the resulting >boom
sounds relaxing actually. glad you’re back though!
Welcome Back! You were missed.