Okay, Sunday night was a little chaotic. Dan and Alicia and b.g. came for supper and it was pretty fun. The little guy eats pulverized pears now, and he loved them.
Shortly he grabbed the bowl and took control of the whole sticky situation, but Alicia gracefully extracted the dish and kept going.
He smiled at his reflection in the mirror over the couch while he stood on my nose.
Jay grilled hamburgers and we ate them all, haven't had those since last fall.
As the evening wore on, the mayhem increased as it will, especially late in the winter when it's been thawing all day and the air smells like coldness and mud.
Anyway, Tim came through the room with a belt from the dress up bin. It's a shiny old retro vintage belt,made of overlapping chrome links. A few things in the dress up bin are treasures from the wardrobe of our very dearly loved, cool aunt. This belt is one.
Tim waved the belt and commented, "I think I could use this to grate cheese."
Okay, I'm sure our very elegant, orderly aunt never grated CHEESE on any BELT. One of our daughters has her actual cheese grater in her cupboard.
Alicia commented on how tiny the belt is. True. Our aunt was very tiny. And no, she never EVER grated cheese by use of that BELT.
Tomorrow is Monday, and it's late at night and the snow is still melting. Come on, Spring! love, Val
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