If Mommy Says No, Ask Grandma

And, by the way, Grandma says let's get going with baby #2....

Still waitttttiiiiiiinnnnggggg

SIN CITY

Getting there...

Looks like soon, very soon.

Life's Mysteries

Now that I am a Grandmother myself, I think a lot of my own Grandmother, who was the BEST Grandmother ever.

Except for that time (pictured above) when she took my sister and me to the Beauty Parlor and had them chop off our gorgeous long blonde ponytails, and this is the result.

She never asked my mother for permission, so you can imagine my mother's absolute horror when she met us at the train station....

Tongue Tied

OK, Here we go!

 One down, One to go...

It's easy when you know how.

I'm BORED!!!!

Oh wait. No I'm not.....

Whatevs, I look awfully good either way!

Happy Happy Young Family!!!

RIBBIT

 Hangin'

 Feelin' it...

 Get READY

 RIBBITTTTT

HUH???

The Cork and the Avocado Pit : A sequel to the Kong and the Couch

So, it was a normal Saturday evening

.. a nice salad with avocado was on the menu for dinner.

Oops, the avocado rolled onto the floor. Ooops, Fred got it.....UhOH...I cannot wrestle this thing out of his mouth. 

it went.GULP. Down

So, a call to the emergency vet told us to shoot 1/4 cup of hydrogen peroxide down his throat with a turkey baster. YUK. But done.

10 minutes later he threw up......wait for it... An Ecco Domani Wine Cork????? Hmmmm, last time I had one of those in my house was months ago. 

SO, we were told to give him another dose of hydrogen peroxide. I can't even tell you what the results of that little dose was (Ewww, though)--But still no avocado pit.

OK Fred, back to Arboretum View Animal Hospital we go. After X-Rays and a dose of Apomorphine the Avocado pit was recovered.

Coincidentally, on this exact day one year ago he was in the same animal hospital after eating a Kong and a Couch. 

Please, no photos...

the ride of shame.

Da Nieces from Cali

The California Girls decided to come visit me, er, actually Melanie

It also happened to be the Birthday of their late Grandpa Jack, so they decided to make a lovely bouquet and take it to the cemetery

The artist at work

Cute hair, BTW

That last rose......

Admiring their handiwork

Backyard flowers handled by a professional!

On the road again....Fred's staying home

Back for the yearly mechanical check at Rochester.
This is why I am here:

When you spend your formative years in this position, you will eventually see the results.
So, Hello Marriott at Mayo!

WELL. At least I knew  from long, hard experience that they don't sell single servings here, so I came well prepared.
And, you haven't lived until you've experienced a Rochester Street Fair.
I understand Herman's Hermits (I'm Henry the Eighth I am, Henry the Eighth I am, I am, I got married to the widow next door. She's been married seven times before--we all did baton and/or dance routines to this song??) will be here RIGHT AFTER I LEAVE.
Bummer.