A lot of days, my granddaugher tells me how ugly I am; this does not lift my spirits, but usually I ignore it. But today I had been doing some of that dastardly housework stuff that just is so annoying and she comes in through the back vestibule, rings the doorbell for no reason and walks over to me to announce, “You’re ugly, Grandma.” I grumbled and ignored her, but then when I went in to check my email, I saw a message I had been ignoring: free samples and free shipping with order. Okay, I took them up on it; I spent money I might have spent on her behalf on MINE.
I was thinking Estee Lauder should thank her for spurring me on to making a purchase . . . . but, since I have been using their products for almost four decades, perhaps my visage does not reflect well on them.
Summer needs to count her blessings to have a granny as tolerent as you. If I were in the driver’s seat… her indian name would be “one who never sits” or “old smoking bottom” or “dances with switch” or “old soapy breath” or “pointynose cornersitter”
Oh, thank you, LZP, my knight in shining armor! Or is that my gnome in . . . let’s see . . . a banana suit? You are so great.