When my youngest grandchild was 2, I showed her how to lay bubble wrap on the floor and stomp on it. Then how to ride her tricycle across it. The older grandchild decided stomping was fun. My son loves me (most days) for being the fun grandparent
Completely off topic—what has happened to Garfield Classics? It’s been removed from my lineup; if you click on one of the boxes below here, it says not found. Any insights?
When my dad was alive, he had a cup of black coffee in his hand if he was standing still. My poison is either iced tea or diet dr. Pepper so my first pit stop is the fridge. He asked one time how I could drink that so early in the morning. My reply—you have your caffeine addiction, I have mine; the only difference is the temperature.
Me too, Rory. I pulled into work this morning to Queen and We Will Rock You