August Memos

Time for memos, just stuff I’d really like to rant about, but I don’t have the time…

Dear Dr. Abby and Stacy,

You’re geniuses, both of you. I’m a new woman. Well, okay, maybe not a new woman, but at least a way more comfortable old one!

Flexibly yours,

Nan

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Dear Damn Tiny Ants in My Kitchen,

Okay, so we’ve bombed you, smashed you, ant-trapped you, washed you down the drain, and wiped you up with wet paper towels and dropped you in the trash, and yet somehow, you keep reappearing. Go away. Go away immediately!

Ick,

Nan

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Dear Muse,

Welcome back.

Big love,

Nan

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Dear Coach Mike,

Thank you so much for taking me out on your new waverunner—an experience I will not soon forget. I’ve always wanted to try a ride on one of those, but I have to confess, I wasn’t ready for the bumpy speeding across the waves—OMG! I know you said we were only going about 20 mph, but it felt like 100! You’re a sweetheart to indulge an old granny! KCSSK

Still screaming on the inside,

Nan

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Dear Weather,

Could you have been weirder this summer? I mean seriously? August feels like June and June felt like August in the Kalahari Desert. I’m hoping for a halfway normal fall and winter with perhaps some snow sometime after the first of the year. Could you work on that please?

No longer sweating,

Nan

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Dear Son and DIL,

Have I mentioned recently how impressed I am with the way you two have taken to parenthood? Little Cam fits into your lives like the missing piece of a puzzle, and although I know that adjusting to an new little person in your home is a challenge, the two of you are handling it with grace and humor and lots of love. I’m so proud of you and so very glad that my darling grandson picked you to be his parents. He’s already demonstrating awesome wisdom.

Love, love, love to you both,

Mom/Ma

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Dear Grandson,

Heavens, you are one precious baby boy. I could sit on Skype for hours and simply watch you wave your little arms and kick your legs and grin and grimace. Tell Mommy and Daddy how much Nanny and Pops love those Skype sessions, okay? Oh, and slow down growing—you’re going to be taller than me before Christmas and I really am looking forward to spending all my time cuddling you. Not that I’d let your size ever stop me from hugging and kissing on you—ask Daddy.

I love you, baby boy!

Nanny

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Dear Readers,

Did you really think I was going to get through a whole blog without posting pictures of my kids and grandson? By now, you know me better than that…

Love and thanks always for stopping by,

Nan