There are just some things a grandma can't get rid of.
Art and I had this conversation before he left.
"We can give these toys away. Pause...Right?" he said.
" Nope," I responded. thinking
"Those are Toby' s toys and Joel's when he is here. They love to take them all out and put them all back in."
"But we have toys in Nebraska," he said.
"Not those. Sorry they love them. We will have to move them." Smile....
Don't worry boys grandma has your back.
Art and Sage are on their way home with a detour to Cabellas. Seriously.
The cats haven't moved. They are still watching the lizard run around the cage. Marshall doesn't realize that there is glass between him and Lizzie.
He's frustrated. He keeps running into it, and Lizzie is laughing.
I didn't find my underwear so I washed it.
There are 45 steps to the trash area, 90 round trip. I've walked 360 steps today.
I feel better:)
GoodWill loves me.
Pumpkin Spice coffee is still around. I'm enjoying it right now.
Turning the Christmas music off to watch the Broncos this afternoon.
I like Tebow...just saying.
I guess everyone else hates moving...Where is everyone when you need them?
I can't even get them to answer the phone.
You know who you are...:)
And I will end with a reality check..
Life is going on while I pack.
People are suffering and dying all around me.
Someone in my extended family died this morning.
I wasn't there, but I am praying.
I'm sad.
Can't stop for to long...
Bye.....
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