Sunday, March 13, 2011

Little Bits

It was only after I finished tucking the Kleenex into the bottom of my sleeve that I realized I have passed right over those girlhood fears of “becoming my mother” and morphed into my grandmother.

Which is all right because, Kleenex issues aside, she was a pistol.

1 comment:

Abby said...

My grandma does the same thing. She used to maintain it was used in the left, clean in the right, but we all know that she's full of crap...and Kleenex.

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