February 21, 2007
My Family Tree Produces Rotten Fruit
Specifically, my daughter and grandbaby. My daughter, the cheer brat. Her daughter, the yorki-poo-brat:
I know, she's cute. Adorable, even. And it's a @#$% good thing, because the furball has trashed my floor.
Of course I love her. The furball is my first grandbaby. Priss is having all kinds of fun labeling me "Grandmom."
Only...I don't like it. I know the real grandmotherly days are still years AND YEARS off, but I should go ahead and claim the nickname. I think I like Grams. (Yes, meaning if you add marshmallows and chocolate, I'm a yummy treat, but I wasn't going to go there...)
Now, I must go. I am shamefully addicted to American Idol.
omg. did you come out of retirement to admit you watch american idol?
i was halfway expecting an elisson impression or vman signoff at the end. so you're just being honest? raw new concept. i think i'll try it.
Posted by: shoe at February 22, 2007 12:41 PM"I'm a yummy treat"? Pray let us explore this thought.
Posted by: Velociman at February 23, 2007 10:59 PMLOL. Don't knock the grammy thing until you've tried it. It rocks. I chose Grams too but I was thinking it made sense with my hippie past....
Posted by: Libby at March 10, 2007 05:33 PM
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