IF I GO OVER THE TOP SOMETIMES, DON'T WORRY; THAT'S WHERE ALL THE SUNSHINE IS.
Tomorrow I am "doing" lunch with some special people - Cate and one of her girlfriends, Abby, Jenna, and hopefully, Alec. I haven't seen the girls for a few weeks and I need to get caught up on what's going on in their lives. The years are sure flying by fast.
When Miss Cate (or Cate-the-Angel as she likes to be called) was born, I was lucky enough to get to babysit her every Wednesday. On days that I got off work early, I would dash across town and pick her up from the daycare center and haul her home with me. We got to spend a lot of time together. I remember one day that I told her, "I love you." She responded with "No, I love YOU." I said "NO, I LOVE YOU!." in a louder tone. Back and forth we went until I said to her, "Look, nobody else is here. We can say it as loud as we want as much as we want!" If anyone had come to the door about that time, they would have heard a grandmother and a three-year old shouting at the top of their lungs, "I LOVE YOU!!!!" and laughing our fannies off.
When Miss Abby was born, she was such a tiny little thing, that I caught myself calling her "Flea" because she was as small as a flea. (you had to be there to understand that). :) It's interesting that our hair color happens to be about the same light shade, however she says she's a BLONDE, but that I have WHITE hair. I taught all the grandchildren from an early age that I was only 39 years old AND that I was a blonde.(Jeez, I am such a liar). I would instruct them periodically to make sure that they remembered to always tell people that their grandmother was 39. The jig was up when THEIR mother turned 39 and they wanted to know how it was possible that we were the same age. Rats!
One time I was quizzing Mr. Alec about my hair color. Every time I asked him "What color is Grandma's hair?' he would answer "White!". After about the fifth time I asked him "What color is Grandma's hair?' he gave up and hollered "Yellow!" and walked away. (yellow is kinda blonde, right? I'll take it.)
Yup, I'm looking forward to lunch with the girls (and little guy). It will be interesting to see if they have anything on the menu that I will be able to taste. Did I tell you that I tried two different cookies the other day, and both of them tasted like pure lard?! And my beloved Town House Crackers don't have that nice buttery-salty taste anymore - it's rather like chewing on cardboard. I am not kidding. About the only thing I can truly taste is something with tomatoes in it. Weird. Whatever. The company will be good. :)))
GOD BLESS YOU ALL