Must Love Gran Crackers

What up, bitches?  This will be a quick one since I don't have too much to say.  However, I will be spending a decent amount of time with Phyllis this week and will hopefully have a post worthy update for you next week.  Anyway. Have you started your holiday shopping yet?  If you are anything like me then that answer is no.  I am the worst.  Last year, I did my Christmas shopping the week after.  I don't have a car and I hate shopping.  And other people that shop.  They walk too slow.  I end up swearing at them under my breath.  Holiday procrastination doesn't run in the family.  My sista and Kath are always prepared. I never partake in Black Friday because I can't think of a worse way to spend a day.  However, when sista Meaghan sexted me asking if I was going to go, she wrote, "It wasnt that bad last yr. It was kinda fun :)"  I knew she wanted me to go because she included a smiley face emoticon.  Sold. 

In other news.  The little bean can say "Titi".  I called two Friday's ago.  She grabbed the phone, or so I like to think, and said, "Hii."  Then she said, "Titi." My heart melted.  Of course, this task took me a bit of time to teach my little bean.  Months, actually.  I wasn't too pleased when, during a recent visit with the bf, Kath said, "Annabella, can you say JP?"  She said, "JPeee".  She's a little shit.

See?

The bf and I had  a lovely visit with Phyllis two weekends ago.  Gram is starting to act like her fresh self when Jon P. is around, which must mean she feels comfortable in his presence.  At two points she said that I needed a spanking over the knee.  I reminded her that I was not hit as a child.  No need to change things this late in life.  I don't even recall what I said to bring about such a comment.  I asked Gram if she had a boyfriend.  "Not yet!"  she said.  Good thing I love to Google  shit. I stumbled upon this little gem of a site:  http://www.datingforseniors.com/. I found 139 potential matches for Phyllis.  I can't wait to set up a profile for her on Thursday.  "Must Love Gran Crackers". During the visit, I noticed that the time on her watch was still an hour ahead. I tried fixing it to no avail.  I enlisted the help of Jon P.  He was able to fix it.  I put it on Gram and said, "It's a good thing you have his business card.  You can call him at allll hours of the night if you have any issues with your watch."  She gave me a questioning look.  To which I replied, "He is up all hours because he is addicted to drugs."  Gram kept asking me to repeat myself.  I did, but she obviously did not hear me. I finally yelled, "HE'S A DRUG ADDICT."  Maybe that is when she said I deserved a spanking. 

Just to let everyone know, (so I don't get a beating, though Bill Lang would say I deserve it), the bf is not addicted to drugs.  Drug addicts are too high maintenance. 

I'll end on that note.  Everyone, have a lovely Turkey day.  Here's to hopin' Phyllis finds her gran cracker love.  And, happy, happy birthday, Pops!