"To be great, feel great and act great". That's the advice on my Yogi tea tag this morning. The only problem is that I feel like I just had my tonsils out. I have the worst sore throat I've had in years. I wouldn't be drinking tea if I felt great.
I was going to write about the gym, but since I've only gone once there isn't much to say. A friend and I went for an hour and a half on Saturday night. Yeah, we know how to have a good time. We went for drinks afterward. Great idea.
I discovered that I have turned into my Gram. I have hankies in every handbag, my briefcase, my backpack, the car console and the other day as I was driving home, I realised that I had stuffed one up my sleeve.
Years ago I met a lady who had a dog that would steal the hankies from the older ladies who came to her house. The dog would eat them, poop them out, and the lady would launder them and return them to their owners. Gross-out.
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Hi, funny post. I really enjoyed it. I AM Gram. Ha! Great gram, in fact, but no dog or cat residing here, only me. Come visit an old lady, will you? I promise I'll make it worth your while with a good story. Best regards to you, my friend. Ruby. (Aka Blabbin' Grammy).
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I didn't really know either of my grandmothers so I won't really know if I turn into either of them, sadly. I hope I don't turn into the evil mean one! (I know OF them)
ReplyDeleteYours is quickly becoming one of my favorite blogs :). Hope you are feeling better.
ReplyDeleteThat dog story is conceivably the most disturbing thing I've heard all week. When we argue, my husband never tells me I'm turning into my mother--it's always my grandmother. "You're just like Nanny!" he'll accuse. "Thank you," I'll answer. Not really the reaction he was hoping for.
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