It’s Sunday evening and I’m sitting on the couch, already in my pj’s, with a cuppa hot tea and a crossword puzzle, complaining to myself about how cold it is but too stingy to turn the heat up.
I’m old.
It’s Sunday evening and I’m sitting on the couch, already in my pj’s, with a cuppa hot tea and a crossword puzzle, complaining to myself about how cold it is but too stingy to turn the heat up.
I’m old.
Filed under Dirty Thirty
redefine twenty-nine 
I hope you had on socks! I still have the pair of thick, bright rose colored socks you gave me for my birthday about 26 or 27 years ago. They are pretty worn but help me (along with my Robinson the Cat sweat shirt, also rather worn) keep warm while our nighttime temps are in the low 20s to low 30s.
How I loved that beautiful little girl who HAD to get Grandmother a birthday present. Still do!