Happy Birthday Nana.
I wonder if they have cakes in heaven?
If not, I'll bet she had a piece tucked in her purse before she passed.
I got to be Mystery Reader in third grade today. Third graders have a way of making you feel famous, when really, you're just someone's mom volunteering to read a story to the class. I'll take it.
Two rounds of UNO at the table on a Friday night, and we actually started to warm up to each other a bit before Dub had his fill.
Hooray for acquiring knowledge! I learned the engineer's definition of "slew rate" while giving Dub a haircut. He exclaimed "decrease your slew!" while I was running the buzzers up the back of his head. Although he admitted that he may have used it out of context, it was an entertaining conversation that made the chore of cutting hair go foom! and then we were having some abbreviated card-playing fun.