But four hours later, the cavalry rode into town in the person of Her Excellency, Iain's Grandmother. Thirty hours later, we've got home-made dinners, folded laundry, and (in Iain's case) extensive cuddling. The day is, as they say, saved.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
And Here Comes the Cavalry!
Thank God for Grandmother. I'm sure that Charles thought, when he departed for California on Tuesday, that I was on death's door. No food, no water (no TANG!!!), no sleep, no nothin'.
But four hours later, the cavalry rode into town in the person of Her Excellency, Iain's Grandmother. Thirty hours later, we've got home-made dinners, folded laundry, and (in Iain's case) extensive cuddling. The day is, as they say, saved.
But four hours later, the cavalry rode into town in the person of Her Excellency, Iain's Grandmother. Thirty hours later, we've got home-made dinners, folded laundry, and (in Iain's case) extensive cuddling. The day is, as they say, saved.
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What a snuggly photo! I love Her Excellency....
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