Is that squee biting that whatever-it-is? Or is the chin resting on it?
Yesterday was a good day in a lot of ways, and I was very thankful for it. I ran into several people I know at church, and then the lunch with Lablady at Marie Callender’s, which was surprisingly uncrowded.
I was sleeping very soundly and the phone rang about 2000 last night. I picked it up and looked at it and the number was from Washington state. I don’t know anyone there. Back to sleep for an hour, until the phone rang again.
This time I answered it and heard, “Happy Mother’s Day, Gramma!” “WHO IS THIS?” My grandson in Idaho. The one that just turned 30 in April. I’m not old enough to have a 30 year-old grandson!
When I told him about the tradition of the birthdays and Mother’s Day, he groaned, “Oh, no! That means I have to call you again, tomorrow!”
He drafts designs for fiberoptics, and said that Bronco Stadium in Denver was one of his company’s designs. I understand just enough of what he does to be thoroughly confused.