It is time to stop Grieving the loss of my beautiful SUV. (Can you hear sarcasm on a blog post?) Really thrilled that instead of driving a 7 seater monster I am currently the proud owner of a wee little sports car.
I have decided to embrace my sports car. Love my little mustang. Make lemonade my friends.
I also decided it was time for a visit with Grandma. Put those two together and you get a rather interesting Granny’s Day Out.
Grandma or GG (Great Grandma) as my girls call her, is in her 91st year.
I called her up this morning and asked her if she was feeling spontaneous.
She said she was up for anything!
I picked her up an hour later.
We cruised the city.
Horns honked at us.
Three twenty somethings pointed and grinned. Stared a little too long at us at the stop light.
“She is hot isn’t she?” I queried.
“Oh you are both so so hot” The young man yelled back.
Granny let go the loudest laugh I have heard in years. Apparently no one has called her hot for 50 years!
We circled the park.
Stopped for sustenance.
Drove past the landmarks.
Went out into the country.
Time to go home.
Granny had a long overdue birthday gift for me.
A lovely china cup and saucer that had been her grandmothers. AND…
a pair of jeans she picked out just for me.
They were a size 16.
I’m a size 8.
I did tell her I did not think they were going to fit.
She insisted I prove it.
Those “how to cook light” and “diet” books she gave me at Christmas must have worked!
At least I gave her a second giggle.
Hope when I’m 90 my Granddaughter comes and takes me out for a spin in the sunshine. I also hope that granddaughter has half as much fun as I did today.