|I DON'T THINK I'D EVEN RECOGNIZE HER ANYMORE without something on her head.|
One of the best thing about having children is that they grow up and give you grandchildren. One of the worst things about having children is that they grow up and give you grandchildren and then move to another city so you can't see the little darlings every single minute of every day. It's a strange sort of torture that I really think our legislators ought to do something about. Perhaps I'll have my moron editor look into that if he ever stops picking his nose or whatever the hell it is he's doing over there. I'm afraid to look too closely, quite frankly.
Anyway, to salve the ache in my heart, my sweet daughter texts me pictures of little Piggly Wiggly on a daily basis. (On whiny demand, usually; I'm surprised she hasn't blocked me by now.) How the hell did grandparents survive before the advent of text messaging, I wonder? I really don't know how my mom did it.