Mar 28 2007
Sorry About the Drool, Gma!
Phone rings. Answering machine whirs to life.
“Hi, this is Gma Susan…”
Mad scramble for the phone! Jill in her pink robe, hikes a sleeping Lucy to my outstretched arms while simultaneously hurdling a totally oblivious sleeping cat. Lucy wakes up during mid-toss and groggily thinks to herself, “Gma?” I catch the kid and immediately shout my encouragement to the terry-clothed pink blur. “Go, Girl! Go!” I cry!
“…and I was wondering if it was OK if I dropped by to see…”
Jill grabs the phone and the three of us shout our disjointed salutations in unison:
Jill: “Yes, mommy please come over!”
Mike: “…and pay no heed to speed limit signs! They’re merely suggestions.”
Lucy: *Drooly smile*
Thanks for all the help, Gma. And sorry for the drool.
Mar 28, 2007 @ 15:02:28
Oh L….I’ll take your drool anytime! I hear your Mom drools too!
Mike, Jill, Lucy, & Wubie! » Year One (pt 1)
Jul 05, 2010 @ 21:43:05
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