Normalcy

Some days are more "normal" than others. Today involved going to the post office to pick up an incredibly thoughtful care package from Sarah Brammer (undergrad roommate), heading into work for awhile, coming home, putting on my pajamas long before it was dark outside, and watching the rest of the ridiculous chipmunks movie. (There was nothing else to watch.) It's a very quiet Friday night for me. Besides that, I had a long talk with my Dad. Today's his 60th birthday. I also talked to my Granddad, with whom I've been speaking several times a week ever since my Grandma Kiddy passed away 15 years ago. Granddad has been in and out of the hospital for quite some time now (he's currently "in"). Tonight he referenced the booties they're making him keep on his feet, and felt the need to say, "You know, honey -- booties -- but not the 'shake your booty' variety." Thanks, Granddad. Like I really needed to picture my 86-year-old grandfather shaking his booty... :-/ (I don't know where he would have learned that expression.) By the way, if I've never told you his "thong" story, remind me the next time we talk.