Today, in an effort to make the most of our last couple days down on Long Island, Zane and I went out to lunch with his grandmother. Yes, be still your hearts, soon our stories will return to crazy people we meet at Hannies, what odd bug creature was found on our porch and... new guest star roommates Neily Dan and Jodi Foster!
But before we jump to Zane peeing on his things upon our arrival to reclaim his stuff after a month away... let's take a moment to give a loving shout out to Lady GaGa!
Long story short: Grandma is a Great-Grandma, some call her G-G, then I "blog"ified it.
Actual story: It was so embarrassing when Madge showed up at Erin and Zach's wedding wearing that Kermit the frog outfit.
::shudder::
So anyway, I'd like to say we took GaGa out, but she was the true sugar grandmama. How sweet you say? Well, I needed some reason to put that picture up, so if it meant enduring an afternoon of quilt talk and being told how great I am.... just call me a martyr. I hadn't reached my monthly quota of loving hand pats yet anyway.
We all bonded over grilled cheese and nautical wall hangings. Zane even exhibited his new found pescatory skills by "catching" a mounted swordfish. We laughed, we cried, Lady GaGa stole all the sugar packets... wait, that's my grandmother who does that... all in all, it was a grand(ma) time. Afterward I got a fabulous tour of Lady GaGa's yacht club and even flagged down a sailboat using the ol' "small town wave." He probably thought we were signaling for help, but I just wanted to say howdy. I have to keep reminding myself we aren't in Kansathol anymore... Not until Saturday, that is.
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