My grandmother's insane. She thinks my writing is really good, especially the more ribald stuff. She was married to a renowned journalist and is a former English teacher, so one would think she'd know better.
Sadly, i won't get to Hutchinson in time for the family trip to their historic salt mines. Darn.
Saturday morning, i'm probably going to wind up playing golf. I was on the golf team in high school...yes, i was an athlete...but i've rarely played sense and not once in the past 4 years. It won't go well.
I'll be back Sunday night, but you should lavish me with attention now, before i leave.