We picked up my mother on Thursday and she’s been staying with us for a few days. Other than the fact that she’s very hard of hearing and refuses to get hearing aids, so you have to repeat everything at least twice, she’s been a very good guest.
She loves the coffee I make, and the Entenmann’s donuts I buy.
We went out to eat last night. The three of us (me, LP & BP) ordered desserts—she said she didn’t want any—but when they came, she told the waitress that she’d ordered the cheesecake and proceeded to eat every last bit. In reality THE CHEESECAKE WAS MINE!! LP laughed and laughed and thought that his Grandma pilfering my dessert was the funniest thing ever.
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Well, I guess the only person I would let steal my desert is my mother - all others would have their hands stabbed with my fork. -blu
Is she having martinis on the porch?
Emma, Do you remember the Sylvia Likens murder? It happened in the mid 60's and I think, in Indiana. What a horrific story. I saw the movie version on Showtime last night called An American Crime. -blu
blu,
no. never heard of her.
You're better off, it's a sad horrible story I could have skipped, -blu
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