On a lighter note. Can you give me something that happened recently that made you smile?

The other day I walked into the kitchen about the time my 4½ year old grandson was putting down his glass. He had big smile on his face and he loudly exclaimed “Ahhhhhh, I love women!”

I looked over at his mom who, noticing my quizzical look, shook her head and said “He said he loves lemon”.

I told her she might want to work on diction with him before he starts school next year.

The 2990WX arrived at the office today. What a beast.

A woman with a stroller passed my house half an hour ago. Mounted underneath the stroller was a boom box and blaring from the speaker in all its glory, louder than shit was Aretha Franklin’s “Respect” A little blonde girl no older than 3 was sitting in that stroller shaking her head, eyes shut and yelling along with Aretha “I aint gonna do you wrong cause I don’t wanna”. I’m still grinning about it and thinkin, “now THAT’s what America should be about.”

I smiled, huckled a bit when I read that customers threatened violence over the restaurant’s change of french fry cut!

Helping people out and getting to see the relieved smiles, is probably the best thing I ever did as an adult, for my own good.

Oh gosh. Where to start.

When the twins were 3½, a couple of years ago, my daughter asked her son, “Kale, what’s your middle name?”
He said, “I unno.”
She said, “It’s ‘Robin’. Kale Robin.” (My ex, their grandpa, is named Robin.)
He said, “OK.”
Then she said, “Savannah, what’s your middle name?”
Without hesitation Savannah said, “Batman.”

BWHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!

At church yesterday. I’m homeless so I go early; we have a service, and then we eat and fellowship until 830pm. So, earlier in the day, I’m lying on the couch,eyes closed. The pastor’s assistant goes into the bathroom (they’re both women). Pastor’s left to get some food for tonight, and I am asleep (supposedly) on the couch. SHE LETS THIS BIG FART…FLUSHES. When she comes out, I close my eyes and act like I’m asleep.

@joab hahahahaha! Highly amusing, you must be a good faker!

My poor grand daughter! Brande is 10. She was here after school one day last week when she was unlucky enough to find herself on the back deck, alone, with Gramma and Uncle Chris. Chris and I were talking about the plants and Brande wanted to know what was growing in this one small pot.
Uncle Chris said, “Birds.”
She said, “What?”
Chris said, “Yeah, Gramma and Jayden planted bird seed there so they’re growing birds.”
Brande says, “Birds don’t come from plants!”
I said, “Well, think about it. You plant flower seeds you get…flowers.”
Chris said, “Yeah, and when you plant tomato seeds you get….....tomatoes. So if you plant bird seed you get…..”
Brande yells, WELL YA DON’T GET BIRDS!!!!!!”
So we’re grinning and Chris said, “Have you heard of olive oil? You get it from squishing olives.”
I said, “Yeah, and you get peanut oil from squishing peanuts.”
Chris said, “So, Brande, you ever wonder where baby oil comes from?”
She yells, “WELL YA DON’T GET IT FROM SQUISHING BABIES!!!!”
I had tears in my eyes, and I was so proud of her for loudly, and clearly, calling “BS!” when she heard it!

We should be ashamed of ourselves, tag teaming a 10 year old!! But that’s how we roll. ♥