LL seems to get funnier
and funnier each time My Sweet Hubby (MSH) and I are blessed to be with her.
She can be quite the Drama Princess. When she gets mad, sad, or upset—about the
Trauma Du Jour—she often tells me, with great emotion:
Grammy, I really, really, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY need a (fill-in the blank…could be cookie, juice box, chip, goldfish, pretzel, book, movie, tv show, toy, etc. etc. etc.)!
ELC:
LL, Mama said you can’t have…do…see…eat…drink that. I’m sooo sorry, Biscuit!
Sometimes we both cry.
This morning she told me
she really, really, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY needed to put some red lipstick on.
Two visits ago, she asked me if I had some “red” lipstick for her. I said I
didn’t have any that was gluten-free, but I’d get some before her next stay.
She threw a teeny-tiny fit. Then, during her last visit, I couldn’t beg her to
try the gluten-free gloss I’d found at Sprouts. For $14. Sheesh. Today, she was ready to give it
a shot! It looked GORGEOUS. Trust me. She’s hooked.
As I head to my bedroom for a quick afternoon snooze (everyone else is already asleep at this casa!), I send out BIG hugs and smooches to each of you...I really, really, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY do!
ta-ta for now, Silly Friends…