August 26, 2010

“Poppy, where you goin so early this morning,” I asked him, “we don’t get around at this time of the morning very often.” Course I’m hopin to hear I get to go…wrong. Poppy is goin to Fort Dodge to see his old dentist (he’s not happy with his partial). Then he’s gonna go see his mama, Alma in Fonda and play a little golf with his old buddy. They’ll have a good time Mamaw says.

And she’s dressed fit to kill cause today IS BREAKFAST DAY at the Diner. Alright, if this is the way it’s gonna be all day I’m gonna ignore ya! Hope it makes you feel bad. She was gone a long, long time and come to find out, she went shoppin with your classmates and she says they had a ball. Okay—now what about me?

You can forget that—she gotta do the blogs and try getting caught up again. We had to wash more towels…and she’s takin clothes out of her closet and folds them; then she hangs up something from her sacks. She’s happy so I’d best be good. No Poppy to protect me—he called and says he has to stay overnight in order to have the dental appointment in the morning so it’s just US. That’s probably a good thing for Mamaw—Poppy won’t see her new “stuff.”

We’re gonna just hang out—play a while this evening—and go to bed. I think we can rest now—those awful crab apples are all picked up for the day…