"TAXI!"--Christy hails me. I swim to her and ask, "Where you headed?" She will usually respond with "Uptown, Downtown, or Midtown". She continues to tell me about the ball and her wicked step-sisters. At the end of the taxi-ride she thanks me and pays the fair. Sometimes she tips, other times she stiffs. I keep busy till she hails me again. While we 'drive' across the pool she thinks it's funny to suck pool water out of my shirt. I yell demanding to "Stop Drinking My SHIRT!". She laughs so hard she cries and chokes; serves her right. We have been doing this same stupid gag forever. Wonder how long it will last?
How luck is this Gramma? I can see you and the babes anytime through your blog. Adorable.
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