Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Not A Birthday

In fact it's quite the opposite. All day I've been bugged by the date. The 10th, 10th, December 10th. Crap. I'm missing something. It's somebody's birthday. But it's NOT! I know it's not. The 10th though...hmm...

Looking for something else in the archives of this blog I came across a lot of stuff I'd forgotten. A video that Sueb0b posted, the rum cake that Kath made last year and why the 10th sticks out in my brain. Today is the 8th anniversary of the day my grandmother died. If she were me she would not be dwelling on it like this and remembering. She would think I was being an ass. But she wouldn't say that because the only time she ever said ass she was referring to a donkey.

Still, I'm glad I remembered.


  1. But you're a sweet ass.

  2. Anonymous11:11 PM

    My grandmother didn't think you should say "screw," EVEN if you were talking about screwing in a light bulb! Her husband built and renovated houses for a living, and she helped in the business, so I don't know how she managed to get through life without using the word screw ... My first memory of her feelings about inappropriate words was when I came home from school one day when she was visiting, and I said, "I'm pooped!" She did not think that was an appropriate thing for me to say. (I was in grade school.)