It’s what grandparents do.

Post card from the Land of Enchantment.

Sheba, my unidentified wife, and myself are here to act as buffer between parent and our grandkids. Conflict resolution is our specialty. If parents seem unreasonable, Sheba and I will take the opposite tact. Acting as the defence for the accused. And the accused being our lovely and most innocent grandchildren. And for sure we are unbias and fair minded.
Second of all we are here to re-acquint ourselves with our favorite eating establishments. Had an incredible smoke chicken casodilla with salad yesterday at Harry’s Roadhouse. So the next two weeks will be arduous and trying. By the way grandaughter K-13 fixed a marvelous breakfast this morning. So, we’ll let you know how the remaining weeks turn out. Stay tuned.
FYI, my spell checker is not working well. Please forgive my Okie spellmangling.

Published by Chuck the Curmudgeonmeister

If I told you the truth about myself you would think what a wad of chewed gum stuck under a church pew I am. Dull. Ordinary. However, I wasn't born yesterday.

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