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.
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i too will be the mystery reader, but please don't tell Carson. We must keep these things are the down low!
There best be cake in heaven, or I'll have to add that to my purse o prizes!
I laughed when I read that about Nana. She was always putting things in her pocket for later. Bet she's partying up there with Laurel, Jimmy, her sisters and brothers. Bet she also has won many games of bingo, too.
slew rate? I'm wanting more...
Hair cuts bring out the best in those sitting in the chair, at the mercy of those with the buzzers. And whatever flavor was tucked into her purse, you know darn well it was wrapped in a napkin.
I love your comment about kids making us feel famous! It is so so true and one of the great benifits of the mom job! I'll get you a star for the the door reader lady!
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