Isn't she just the sweetest, cutest, most beautiful baby ever?
Elizabeth responds:
So this lady shows up. My sisters call her "Gran." My brother calls her "Dan." WhatEVER.
Anyhow, she sees me, plunks this hat on me, and says stuff like, "Oh, I just want to kiss her, and cuddle her, and hug her." Get in line, Lady. Get in line.
Then there are flashes of light in my face. And more flashes. Honest to doG, doesn't she know I am trying to sleep?
And she just goes on with things like "She's just the sweetest, cutest, most beautiful baby ever." Well, duh. I've been hearing that stuff as long as I can remember. Go bother my brother and sisters. Take a hike.
And she did. Take a hike that is. With me. And it rained. ON me. Well, that was fun. NOT.
But my mother took Gran, Dan, whoever, to someplace called the"airport" and now she's gone.
About time, I say. Enough is enough. Get a life, lady.
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