Two funny things happened this week.
I was getting out of my truck yesterday while bitching about the heat. A
young man standing beside my truck told me that I was right and I was hot.
I laughed my ass off. Not that I have anything against being hit on by a black man, but he looked like he was probably about 18 years old.
I like my fruit to not be freshly plucked from a mother's tit.
Speaking of mothers. My mom phoned me this week and cut the conversation short because she was worried about my grandmother because she had been up all night.
I asked her if she was all right and all my mother said was she was going to go over and check on her.
Later on I would receive another call from my mother telling me not to worry and that my grandmother was tired because she had been up all night partying.
I thought that was cute.
My grandmother turns 91 today.
Don't tell her that though.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
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4 comments:
I think it's very cool to be lucky enough to have your grandma and your mother alive and your almost 40 !!
Cherish the moments for sure
Xena- I am very grateful for the love I do have and get from family.
When times get hard, this is what keeps me going.
Very interesting blog.
I was captivated and found some common ground.
Email me if you ever need to talk. I recently lost 50 pounds and could not have done it without the spiritual core that I established.
Your Grammie sounds adorable. I found you through my friend Sue's blog...looks like you have a lot to say! All of it interesting.
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