That photo below . . . the Gorilla Glue in the make-up bins . . .  I see the point of it now. This morning, Der Bingle had the idea to load up a granddaughter, a grandson, a daughter-in-law and me and go to Fort Wayne Glenbrook Mall in order to try and get the kids looking better.

I have put on nicer clothes and scrubbed myself, (not in that order) and an eveb wearing a nice understated necklace and decent loafers. But the most important thing is the glue . . . to hold myself together on this trip with siblings who cannot stand each other.

Also, after all this time of driving all the time except in California – not counting the trip to the Port when I was totally without anything to do and decided to take an afternoon cruise – it is  somewhat different to be riding in the passenger seat.  Well, for one thing, I can’t  say, “Don’t talk to me, I’m driving.”

I think I should put glue in my pocket.