Mid-Week

I have the hardest time finding titles for these posts.  I had the same problem when I was writing children's book--thus two books with the word "Treasure" in them.

My wee sis had her two Grand Girls come for a visit.  She let them put all the furniture back in the dollhouse.  She thought perhaps they'd play with it for an hour or so---SIX HOURS.  She tried to draw them into another activity, but they wanted to play with the doll house.  I am soooooo glad I gave it to her now, instead of waiting until I am dead.  Makes my heart smile knowing that two little girls are enjoying it, like so many little girls have in the past 70 years!
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I am becoming suspect of John.  He has no grammar skills, and you know that drives me crazy.  He uses "went" when he should say "gone".  Occasionally he says, "I seen that".  Makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up.  He also hasn't watched TV in a year!  What kind of nut case is that?  He doesn't know how the sports teams are doing, nor does he know what is going on in the news.  He has no clue as to the names of the flowers growing in his gardens.  He loves all kinds of animals, even snakes! He doesn't own a recliner?  How can a man exist without his recliner!  

He isn't at all like Fred, which is probably the problem and also a good thing.  He does make me laugh--loud, deep laughter, snorting giggles, and that's really the only thing I need from him.
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Frank ambled by this morning.  I wonder if he and Agnes have ever met on their walks?