Where'd you get that giant?

I still have not found my eyebrow.  I've been penciling it in daily.  It is a task I dread.  Yesterday I had to draw it on in the gym bathroom in front of another person.  That was a blast. The bastard shows no signs of growing  back. I sometimes just part my hair all the way over to the right to try and hide it.  I wish I looked good with bangs.  I have photos of myself at the age of four with a bowl cut and bangs. I looked like the My Buddy doll.

I suppose it is better than looking like Webbie Debbie.

I finally called the dermatologist last week.  I kept getting transferred and had to tell three people the following, "Half of my eyebrow fell out.  It isn't growing back." Two of them asked me to repeat myself.  I go May 26th.  I learned that my aunt lost her entire eyebrow once.  It eventually grew back.  Now I am paranoid that the left one is thinning.  I look at old photos of myself with two full eyebrows and wish I hadn't taken them for granted.  I was at a restaurant recently and the waitress had gorgeous eyebrows.  I almost told her, but thought that might come off as creepy as I sat there with my Sharpie eyebrows.

Enough about that. 

I went home on Good Friday to see Gram.  As you all know, I don't have a car. Normally this isn't a problem, but sista, aka my driver, went to Italy. I asked Bichard if he could pick me up at the bus station that Friday afternoon and then take me to Gram's.  He said he would, even though he threatened to not show up.  I have been an ass enough times in our friendship to believe him since I would have deserved it.  Luckily, Phyllis was part of the equation so I was 70 percent sure he wouldn't leave me stranded.  He showed up. He has heard every Gram story and is one of many who has always wanted to meet Phyll.  We pulled into the parking lot and Richard said, "I don't know if I can do this.  I'm kind of nervous."  I said, "It's like meeting Gandhi." 

It was lunchtime when we walked in and Phyllis was eating with her pals Roberta and Henrietta.  Gram's other friend Phyllis (!) sat nearby.  I introduced Gram and the gals to my 6'5'' tall Egyptian friend.  She was so grateful that he drove me to visit her and told him so.  I said to Gram, "HE'S EGYPTIAN."  She said, "HE'S A GYPSY?"  After repeating myself several times, she finally understood.  "WERE YOU RAISED IN EGYPT?" she asked him.  He explained that he grew up in Wilbraham, Massachusetts, but that his dad grew up in Egypt.    I asked Henrietta if there were any activities planned for the day.  She told me they were dying eggs at 2:00.  Gram heard this, rolled her eyes and said, "Oh, great."  Richard was in stitches and told me my impressions of her were spot on.  He also told me he is going to visit her on his own.  He should.  They're both single. 

When she finished eating lunch, Gram said, "RICHARD, DO YOU WANT TO SEE MY ROOM?"  He said sure and began wheeling her out of the dining room.  As we left, Roberta beamed at us and said, "Merry Christmas!"  She is the cutest lady and turns 100 on October 23rd.  Gram told me so.  I am glad she knows her birthday. Anyway.  Gram doesn't have a roommate currently and she showed off her room and all the space she now has.  We chatted for a few, then it was time for Richard to go. Gram ordered me to give him more candy to "hold him over".  I obliged.  Richard and Phyllis said their goodbyes and after he left Gram told me he was a "very nice person."  She is 87 and does not always know what she is talking about.

After my tall friend left, Gram told me to take a nap.  This is something she says when she wants to take a nap herself.  She fell asleep in her chair and I sprawled out on her bed.  We dozed for 15 minutes.  When we awoke, we went out into the hallway and a neighbor of Gram's, an older gentleman, was milling about. Gram saw him and rolled her eyes.  He talks incessantly and doesn't make any sense.  This drives Phyllis crazy.  He passed us and said to Gram, "Are you my mother?"  Gram looked at me and said, "HE'S A PAIN IN MY ASS!"  After this, we ended up going to the activity room and dyed some eggs.  Phyllis enjoyed.  I did as well.  Kath came shortly after to pick me up and I told Gram I would be back the next morning.

Kath and I returned the following morning to visit with Phyll before I went back to Boston.  We sat with Gram in the front lobby and her friend Phyllis was sitting there as well.  Friend Phyllis told me I looked different than the prior day.  I asked if that was a good or bad thing.  She said, "Good!  But you didn't look bad yesterday!" she said.  I probably did a better job drawing my eyebrow that morning. Friend Phyllis then asked, "Where's your friend from yesterday?"  I told her he was at home.  She nodded and replied, "Where'd you get that giant?" This made Kath and I laugh. Friend Phyllis smiled.  I like her.

I will be seeing Phyllis this weekend and again Memorial Day weekend.  I am going to have the bf come with me for a lunchtime visit with Phyll over Memorial Day because I think he will get a kick out of it.  Speaking of.  Memorial Day weekend is just a few weeks away.  CF and I talked on the phone for almost three hours last night.  She filled me in on her recent cold and said, "Oh. I have a cough injury."  She told me she has been using hot pads to alleviate the pain.  When she was in 7-11 buying a water she realized that all of her hot pads had fallen to the ground.  CF looked at them scattered on the floor. And ran out.  I wish I had been there.  I forgot to tell her about my missing eyebrow.  I wish I had because she'll know what to do. 

That's all for now bitches.  Be extra nice to the Kath's in your life on Sunday.

Where did my eyebrow go?

Half of my right eyebrow is missing.  I don't know where it went.  It looks like I Nair'd it off.  Maybe not half, but a large enough portion to have multiple people notice.  A third of it is gone, maybe?

About a month ago I was applying my eyeshadow and I noticed that the outer half of my right eyebrow looked much thinner.  I thought, "Guess it's always been like that," and proceeded to put on my mascara. That is unlike me. When it comes to matters involving my face (and any changes to it), I tend to freak out.  Maybe I had been drinking?  I don't know.  A few weeks later, the bf was ogling me.  Ooh. I said, "What?"  He said, "Huh.  I've never noticed that your eyebrows are so different."  Again, I didn't think much of it.  Fast forward to this past weekend.  The fam was having dinner at my sista's.  Kath was sitting across from me.  I could not help but notice that every time I looked at Kath, she couldn't look me in the eye.  She would try, but her eyes would immediately move to the right side of my face.  "Is there a problem?"  I asked.  "No." she replied.  "Then why are you staring at the right side of my face?" I asked. "Honey, it's just.  What happened to your eyebrow?" 

This is when I started to panic.  I told Kath how I did notice something different about it. The worst part is the hair shows no intention of growing back.  In the past, friends have referred to me as the hairless wonder because you can't see my arm hair, my leg hair is barely there and I only had to start shaving under my arms in my 20's.   I always considered this a blessing.  However, I want two eyebrows.  "Why don't you Google it?"  Kath said.  "What would I type!  'Where did my eyebrow go'?"  I yelled as I ran to the computer.  I did in fact type 'where did my eyebrow go?'  The first result was meanspirited and did not help. Other results indicate I should see a doctor.

Kath told me I needed to make a doctor's appointment right away.   I haven't yet.  I hate needles.  And, I feel ridiculous.  Last year I went in there with a black eye that I had no clue of its origin.  (Remember Ass Face and that bump?) "How did you get a black eye?" Dr. G asked.  "I fell."  "Where did you fall?" she asked.  "Going up the stairs to my apartment."  I lied.  The only reason I am typing this now is because I finally confessed to Kath what happened.  We chatted on St. Patrick's Day and she asked if I was going out.  "Hell no!  Not after last year."  I said.  "Why? What happened last year?"  she asked.  I said, "You can't get mad because it happened a year ago and I am ok." I asked if she remembered that appointment I had to make with the plastic surgeon (Lin, Lang Chang) because of the fall I took last year.  She did.  "Well, mom.  Last St. Patrick's Day I drank too much.  I woke up at 3 in the morning to pee and when I looked in the mirror my face was all bloody and I had a black eye."  I told her.  She calmly asked, "How did you get a black eye?"  "I have no idea." I replied.  Kath laughed.  "You don't know!" she giggled. This was not the reaction I was expecting.  I know if I told her when it had actually happened she would have put me in rehab. 

It is probably a good thing I didn't go through with the plastic surgery. I would look like this hot mess:

(My eyebrow isn't that bad.)

Anyway.  I will make an appointment.  I want to wait a minute to see if it grows back in.  I had to purchase some Clinique brow filler yesterday.  The bf asked if the filler was to "paint them on".  Great. I asked my roommate this morning how my fake eyebrow looked this morning.  "You can't even tell!" she said.  I'll ask my Jewish mothers at dinner tomorrow. Ilene and Donna tell it like it is.

In other news.  I saw Gram this past weekend.  I arrived solo and the first words out of her mouth were, "WHERE'S JP?"  I told her he was in Utah.  She just nodded. If he arrived solo, I do believe she would not inquire of my whereabouts.  Anyway. It was BINGO time, so we went down to play.  Gram has a new roommate.  Mary. Gram does not like Mary.  I did not either.  Mary and I started off on the wrong foot when she took Gram's seat at BINGO, which meant that I didn't get to catch up with Henrietta and Roberta.  When the nurse asked where I lived and I told her Boston, Mary looked over at me from across the room and sneered, "Boston."  I rolled my eyes.  Just like Phyllis.  Phyllis then began to talk smack about Mary to Raveen, my new friend.  "Isn't she just somethin'!" Gram yelled.  "She's always around, back and forth."  Raveen replied. "She's a WINNER. I tell ya." Gram said.  Maybe Phyllis is following Charlie Sheen's twisted tweets.  I kept noticing Mary looking my way.  Thinking back, she was probably wondering where my eyebrow was, too.  Later on, Kath asked me what I thought of Gram's new roommate.  I made a face.  "Malignantbraintumor." Kath said.  I immediately felt guilty. Poor Mary.  Kath did not like her at first either, then she heard the sad news.  I think I should let Gram know so she doesn't engage in another walker war.

During the BINGO game, Gram said, "WHAT'S JP DOING IN HOUSTON?" I said, "He's in Utah.  TO BECOME A POLYGAMIST."  Of course, Gram could not hear me, so I had to repeat myself two more times.  When she did hear me, her eyes opened wide, then she started to laugh.  The nurse laughed too.  I wish I could go to BINGO every week. 

Speaking of polygamy.  I went to my nephews girlfriend's 4th birthday party while home.  Sofia is going to marry both of my nephews.  The girl is too cute for words.  Instead of sister wives, she will have brother husbands.  I hope this is ok with her mother, Angela. One of the reasons I attended this party was because I was so looking forward to meeting Paula, Sofia's grandmother.  When Angela told me she wasn't going to be there, my heart sank.  From what I have heard, Paula is just like Kath.  In fact, when Kath and Paula met, they hit it off.  I told Angela they should exchange email addresses.

This is too long, sorry bitches.  I have more to share, but it can wait.  I'll keep you posted on my eyebrow and it's whereabouts.  Let an Ass Face know if you find it.

"I don't know her."

Kath has discovered email.  Well, she's known about it for a bit and I suppose uses it once in a while to send chain emails to her work pals, but she discovered that she can email Me.  I was not in the mood for chatting on the phone last night.  I knew I should call Kath to check in, but I was just tired and wanted to read my Kindle by book light.  I have made a habit of this.  I will get ready for bed at 7:45, shut my lights off and read my Kindle.  A few times I have woken up around 9:30 p.m. with the Kindle open next to me.  It's better than waking up with an empty bottle of wine on my chest at 4 a.m. circa 2008.  I couldn't fall asleep last night because I napped for a few hours during the day due to drinking a bottle of wine at lunch with CF.  We know how to celebrate President's Day in our family.  I checked my email around 10:00 and saw one from Kath (!).  Below is an excerpt:

>nothing much new-except, i have a little fever ~ 105, i got mugged this morning going to work, and i have to have major surgery<

I dialed Kath immediately, swearing at myself for being a bratty daughter (yet again) and not calling my mother.  Kath cheerily answered, "Hello!"  I yelled, "YOU GOT MUGGED?" "Oh, honey.  That was a joke.  You couldn't tell? What did you think of that story about Annabella?"  I asked her how she would feel if she received an email from me telling her I was raped on the way to the gym.  She dismissed that and said, "Let me know what you think about Annabella once you read it." Like I got that far in the email.  We chatted for a few and I told her I would email her in the morning.  Here is an excerpt:

>Have a good day. Don't email me later telling me you got carjacked. I will take you seriously. You will be the Mom who cried WOOF.<

I added the "WOOF" part to the end because I received a phone call from Kath after my most recent blog post asking me how to pronounce wolf.  She could barely breathe she was laughing so hard.  I told her it was her fault as my mother that she didn't teach me how to pronounce basic words.  However, I don't know if it was her fault that I mixed up the words organism and orgasm in fifth grade science class.  I can't recall how it was that I realized my gaffe, but I remember being in class one day reviewing my notes.  This moment was so traumatic, I remember the outfit I had on.  My all purple sweatsuit that made me look like Grimace. I saw "orgasm" and "orgasms" written down, page after page.  I felt myself turn red. I started scribbling furiously correcting them all.  I should have just used the caret punctuation mark and wrote "ni".  Maybe I did.  It wouldn't have mattered except our teacher reviewed our notebooks. Sorry, Mr. Kawa.



While we're on the subject, I will share another traumatic memory from fifth grade.  I was such a nerd that I forced my parents to allow me to switch schools because I wasn't challenged enough.  Somehow, I got my way.  My uncle was the principal at my new school.  All of the students knew and this did not get me any friends.  I only sat with people at lunch because the cafeteria was so small and I was forced to sit with a group.  When we had lunch outside in the nicer weather, I ate by myself.  No need to feel bad. I had friends outside of school, I just hated the wretched children in my class. They were 10-year-old criminals, stealing pills from their parents and skipping school. I couldn't relate at the time. Anyway. It was the last week of school and I sat in the back row. It was also 90 degrees. I was daydreaming of summer when the door opened and in walked Phyllis and my two cousins with my uncle.  Gram was sweating profusely, her hair matted to her forehead because she didn't have air conditioning in her car. She was wearing a purple and blue ensemble that if I explained it to my sister, she would know what I was talking about. I could see their eyes scan the room looking for me.  I was spotted.  The three of them stood there, beaming and waving at me. I just stared at them and sunk into my chair.  Bianca, who sat in front of me said, "That your Nana?"  I said, "I don't know her."

I will ask Gram if she remembers that day next time I visit.  Not likely. 

In the time that I have written this post, Kath has emailed me back.  She shared an interaction she had with Phyllis today:

>Visited w/gram.  Not much conversation.  I told her powerball was 155 M and proceeded to tell her to give me a number -any number 1 -->  39.  She pondered for awhile-quite awhile and finally blurted out "40." I didn't say anything and after about a minute she turns to me and started laughing-she had just realized what she said-she's truly a trip.<

Speaking of Gram, we just had a four minute conversation. She was not wearing her hearing aids.  During our chat I told her that I was becoming a nun and that I have a tattoo of the Virgin Mary on my back.  "THANK YOU FOR THE LOVELY CARD" was her reply. I screamed for about two minutes when she said "Love ya Honey Bunch.  Bye now." 


Too bad Phyllis can't email me.  I would set up an account just for her emails: honeybunch@gmail.com. I wonder if that's taken. 

Dash Hounds and Sneaky cats

I called Gram last night.  I wanted to let her know to expect a letter from me.  I said this to her and she said, "HOW IS JP?" I think I annoyed her by talking when all she wanted was to get to the good stuff.  I imagined her sitting there wearing her 50 dolla shawl, rolling her eyes and impatiently waiting for her turn to talk.  Maybe I will give her his phone number.  That would be such fun for him. I bet my name wouldn't even come up. "JONATHAN, HOW ARE YOU? YOU DATIN' ANYONE SPECIAL?" She told me that Kath asked her if she'd heard from me lately.  I said, "I just talked to Ma yesterday. She knows I was planning to call you tonight. " She said, "Well.  You better write her too."  Fresh.  I told Gram I would be coming home in the next couple of weeks, I just haven't figured out a date.  She said she was "anxious" to see me.  I guess that is a good thing.  I miss her terribly.  And my kids.  Here's the latest letter:

"Monday February 7, 2011
 HI GRAM!

I AM SO SORRY THAT I DIDN’T WRITE YOU A LETTER AS PROMISED LAST WEEK. I AM A TERRIBLE GRANDDAUGHTER AND SHOULD BE BURNED AT THE STAKE. I HOPE YOU DON’T TAKE THAT SERIOUSLY. I AM AFRAID OF FIRE.

HOW ARE YOU? DID YOU WATCH THE SUPER BOWL? I AM GLAD THAT DREADFUL SPORT IS OVER FOR NOW. IT’S SO BORING! BIG MEN RUNNING AROUND CHASING AN ODDLY SHAPED BALL. AND THEN, EVERY TWO SECONDS, THEY BLOW THE WHISTLE. MEN!

BASEBALL SEASON STARTS SOON. I BET YOU’RE EXCITED. I DIDN’T CATCH TOO MUCH BASEBALL LAST YEAR. MAYBE I WILL THIS YEAR. IT IS VERY TIME CONSUMING AND I AM A BUSY GIRL.

I AM TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHEN I WILL BE HOME NEXT. IT WILL BE THE NEXT COUPLE OF WEEKS. I WILL BRING YOU SOME TREATS. ANY SPECIAL REQUESTS? RUMOR HAS IT THAT YOU LIKE PEANUT BUTTER CUPS. I AM GOING DOWNHILL SKIING FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER THIS WEEKEND. I EXPECT TO FALL A LOT. JONATHAN BETTER WEAR A HELMET. IF HE WERE TO GET HURT, WE WOULD BOTH BE BOO HOOIN’.

WHAT ARE YOU GIVING UP FOR LENT? LAST YEAR I GAVE UP SALSA CON QUESO. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEAS FOR ME? MAYBE I WILL GIVE UP SWEARING.

I JUST OVERDOSED ON BLUEBERRIES AND COULD REALLY USE A NAP. I WILL CALL YOU TONIGHT AND TELL YOU THAT YOU WILL BE RECEIVING A LETTER FROM ME SOON. I WOULD IMAGINE AS EARLY AS TOMORROW! WHAT A TREAT. I HOPE YOU’RE DOING WELL AND STAYING OUT OF TROUBLE. WE DON’T NEED ANOTHER WALKER WAR IN 2011.

I LOVE YOU TO REESE’S PIECES AND CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU.

LOVE,

MEREDITH ELIZABETH LANG"

I normally head home for Valentines Day and have a date with Gram.  However, I am going skiing this weekend.  For the first time eva.  I am excited, though a little sad I can't watch a V-Day Lifetime movie with Phyllis this year.  I wonder if Kath will give me a V-Day gift bag now that I have a bf.  Not likely if she's anything like her husband.  I was telling sista friend that this was the first year Bill hadn't given me an additional gift card for my birthday and Christmas.  She said, "I never get extra from him!"  I said, "That's what happens when you're the favorite child."  She replied, "More like that's what happens when you're single." Whatever helps her sleep at night. 

I talked to Kath on Sunday.  I told her I was at the bf's parents and that the dog and cat were sitting at my feet.  "What kind of cat?" I'm impressed she even asked because Kath is not fond of cats. I recently asked the reason behind this.  "They are just SO sneaky!" I think she watched too many Disney movies. Anyway. I said, "It's orange?" Then she asked its name. "Indy." "CINDY?" I corrected her. "What kind of dog is it?" she asked.  I said, "A hot dog." She replied, "Oh. A dash hound." A couple of weeks ago when I called, she told me she was watching a movie.  I asked which one and she said, "Something with Leonardo DiCaprico." So, this time, when she said "dash hound" I replied, "Did you hear they are making a movie about dash hounds with Leonardo DiCaprico?"  She called me a wise ass and tried for two minutes to pronounce dachshund without success. I thought a hearse was pronounced "hearst" for 26 years and for the longest time I pronounced wolf as "woof". The latter in that sentence is just embarrassing.  I blame Kath.

In other news, I am oh so looking forward to the end of winter.  Come spring, I am going to attempt to run a 5K for the second time.  Two summers ago I ran in one with my pal Sam and placed 1160 out of 1200. In my defense, I was hung over and had a FUPA.  I am back to feeling more athletic now.  I wasn't voted "Most Athletic" in the 8th grade without reason.  That and when doing box jumps at the gym last week, a woman applauded me.  I took off my headphones because I could see she was saying something and she said, "Are you a dancer?"  I just about died.  She went on to say that I was impressive to watch.  Please just know that I felt the need to publish this tidbit of information as I was relentlessly made fun of after my first 5K and I want those bitches to know how far I have come.  When I told Sam about the dancer comment, she replied, "She probably meant a stripper."  When we "trained" for our first 5K Sam told me I looked like a Tyrannosaurus Rex as I jogged along with my arms up high and close to my chest.

 
I am going to wear that shirt and chase her around. 

Until next time. 

Sneaky cats:

Even if it's of Jesus Christ?

I had a lovely visit home this past weekend.  The Peter Pan ride was actually quite enjoyable.  The driver was the most enthusiastic Peter Pan employee I have ever encountered.  Tony Delgado introduced himself to all of the passengers and went over the benefits of Wi Fi.  "If you've got a laptop, you can do all sorts of fun things!"  I slept most of the way.  I was a tad hung over from a night out with CF.  I mentioned the horoscope change to her and she said, "OHMYGOD! I forgot this is your birthday dinner!"  I reminded CF that we already had that a few weeks ago.  Next time I will keep my mouth shut. 

Sista asked me to make dinner Saturday night.  You read that right, bitches.  I was asked to cook.  Pasta-less lasagna.  Success.  Meaghan loved the dish and my bippity boppin' brother-in-law loved it as well.  Tony's mom is a fantastic cook (she's in my top five), so he's hard to please.  Much like the Lang girls who grew up with Bill's gourmet meals. I asked Tony to cut the eggplant because his knives are very sharp.  I asked Meaghan to take the ground turkey out of the packaging because the smell of ground turkey makes me want to upchuck.  I gladly layered the lasagna. We made a great team. 

Gram's extra hard of hearing these days so I wrote her a note in all capital letters last week telling her I would be home.  I was dropped off at rehab at about 10:15 Sunday morning.  I saw some nurses I recognized and they told me Gram was napping.  They formally introduced themselves.  De'Nette and Dorothy. I like them. I went down to Gram's room and tapped her shoulder. She opened her eyes and kind of smiled.  I walked over to the front of her bed so she could see me better.  "HI HONEY BUNCH! I DIDN'T RECOGNIZE YA!"  I was wearing glasses.  I see now how no one recognized that Clark Kent was Superman. Later Gram told me she thought I was her friend Claire.  Claire must be at least 70 and a member of AARP to be a friend of Gram's.  I was not flattered.

I pulled a bag of Oreos out of my bag and dangled them in front of Gram.  "WHERE'D YA GET THOSE? WASHINGTON?"  she asked. I said, "I got them at Meaghan's."  "I THOUGHT THEY WERE RUBBER GLOVES!" she said.  I also brought her some candy.  A few Andes mints and two mini peanut butter cups.  She managed to eat all of her treats during our visit.  De'Nette came to Gram's room and helped Gram into her wheelchair. I sat on Gram's bed. "This is my granddaughter!  She travels all over the United States!" Gram said. I went to Washington in October and NYC for a Christmas party last month.  I tried explaining this to Gram. She gave me a thumbs up sign. While in her room, I looked up at her bulletin board to see the latest photos that were up.

I counted myself in two photos.  Then, my eyes fell upon the above. I said, "Who the heck did that?"  Gram with her mouth full of Oreos and candy said, "WHAA?"  I said, "Who stabbed me in the head with the cross?"  "It's a palm!" Gram said. Like that made it OK.  "Your mother did that."  Kath came later to pick me up and when I confronted her she denied crucifying me.  Gram yelled, "Well, we know it's not me because I can't stand!"  I think it's the awful nurse that I gave serious attitude to on Thanksgiving.  I reserve my attitude for the worst of people. Scientologists and people that are not nice to Phyllis.  I believe in karma so I am not going to retaliate.

Anyway.  Back to Phyll. "Push me! I like to be pushed." she ordered.  (I can relate.  I loved being pushed in a shopping cart and something tells me I would enjoy it still.) I obliged and we went down to the room where Phyllis eats her meals.  "Are you still dating?" Gram asked.  I told her yes, I was and to stop worrying.  Maybe it is because I told her the bf was on vacation with his other girlfriend.  "He better not be!" she said.  I replied, "Men!" 

I pushed Gram back and forth between her room, the lobby and the lunch room. Every time we passed someone with a pulse, Gram said, "This is my granddaughter! She travels the country!"  At one point I asked Gram if I should get my nose pierced.  "No, don't do that."  "Belly button?"  She shook her head. Then I asked if I should get a tattoo.  She scrunched her nose.  "Even if it's of Jesus Christ?" I asked.  "I wouldn't do anything like that." she said. I will neva eva get a tattoo.  I am far too picky to like anything on my body for that long.  Kath would also go through the roof.  She called me a "miserable little wench" last week.  I cannot remember what provoked such a comment, but I assume tattoo backlash would be much worse.  I also won't dye my hair until required.  I only wish I felt that way in high school.

The visit with Phyllis was one of the best we have had in some time.  It was so great to see her in such good spirits.  Maybe she's got a bf of her own.  She denied this when I asked her, but she kept waving to the new guy. A granddaughter can hope. 

Until next time.
MLW