Mom was hospitalized for GI bleeding again but is back home and doing well. Daughter and I cleaned her house and did her Christmas gift wrapping yesterday. Dad had already done some of the cleaning which was a huge help. He was thrilled we were there to take over. Mom did a lot of talking. So did dad. It's fun hanging out with them some of the time. They crack me up.
Mom asked me if I thought dad would look like Marc Anthony in the Marc Anthony jacket she bought for him for Christmas. I told her he might if she closes her eyes and asks him to talk to her with an accent......................and she talked about how expensive toilet paper is now a days. I told her about recently running out of toilet paper and how I used some of boyfriends coffee filters in place of toilet paper until I could get to the store. She thought that was hysterical........I made her promise not to tell boyfriend.
I did some cookie making this evening.
The girl up the street loves my sugar cookies. I always bake a big batch for her..
I finished my gift wrapping last night. Daughter worked on a paper for school while I wrapped.........and we chit chatted as we worked.
She's doing good in school. So is her boyfriend. I'm proud of them.
I heard daughter telling one of her friends who was trying to talk daughter into going out on a week night and ditching her classes the next day......I heard daughter tell her friend that, un like her friend, her mom was paying her tuition and she would not throw her moms money away.
I was happy to hear her say it.....happy she wasn't taking it for granted......
I was shopping the other day and BOOM! The floor started tilting under my feet.......left, right, forward, backwards...............I felt the way a toddler looks when first starting to walk...............and then it went away.
Mr. Bojangles and We-ping are doing well, though Mr. Bojangles likes knocking around the ornaments hanging on the tree.
Santa is bringing catnip for them.
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Have a good weekend.
Thanks, Billy. You do the same!
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