Please excuse the absence of posts this week, as we are headed to NYC in a few days for our Milo fix.
I'm floating on air; happy as a clam!
And I do believe I have restrained myself quite well, (if I say so myself) in this new role; observantly following the rules and regulations devised in my own etiquette handbook for grandparents.
No going on and on about how perfectly perfect our grandson is. And I only show pictures when asked. And then, only one. Well, perhaps a second or third might accidentally pop up on my iPhone screen.
Also, you may have noticed I'm a bit lagging in my blogging (and believe me I've had plenty to say, a phone call from a particular relative, a pound here, a wrinkle there), but book writing is taking precedence.
This brings me to another conundrum. According to my writer's contract you are allowed five vacation days. When my renewal comes around I need to be more specific, since this writer also happens to be a Gaga, who is going to need more than five days off!
Need I say more?
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