Monday…how you terrorize me with your Mondayness.
I got to see my granddaughter twice this week. It was great.
The first time she and her mom brought me my mother’s day gift and some cards. As I was on the floor with her, opening my cards she looked down at my ankle tattoo and said “wassat” and I said “I don’t know, what is it” she backed away horrified and said “iz uh bug”.
Then yesterday the boy’s entire family stopped by for a little bit.
As you know, I don’t dust often. Seriously. I don’t. And as you can see by the evidence below I really don’t.
So I gave my duster to her and she dusted for me, and rearranged all the pictures. I think I’ll leave it like this for a couple days.
I don’t remember much about the rest of the week, because Superman came home after his eye doctor appointment to tell me that he has age related macular degeneration and glaucoma. I can’t seem to think about anything else.