Thursday, August 16, 2012

South Park, Shoe Bags, and Grandma Cuddles

Dear John,

Tonight I was thinking about you and giggling inappropriately. I was watching an NCIS re-run, the one where the bad guy falls out a window, lands on a car, and sets off the car alarm. Every time I see that I wait for somebody to come by and turn the alarm off. We watched way too much South Park; as Cartman would say, it has warped my fragile little mind.

It's such a shame that you're missing living with your granddaughter. She runs up, flies into my lap, flings her arms around me, and tells me she wants grandma cuddles. How she would love grandpa cuddles, with your great long arms! Tonight while Jen vaccuumed, Jethro and Elyssa and I all piled up on our bed and played. I am enjoying her so much, and I'm sad that you're missing that.

Today was cool and rainy so I worked inside. I got a lot of cleaning done, and put up new shelves in Jen and Elyssa's bathroom. And I did something I first saw on Pinterest - I hung a shoe bag on the back of the bathroom door as a place to store bottles and other big things. With three generations of women in one house, a small linen closet just doesn't do it! So we're finding space in other places.

Well, that's all for today and it's getting on toward midnight, so I'd better stop and go to bed before I turn into a pumpkin. 

I love you, adore you, and worship the ground you walk on,
Joan.

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