Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Porky, Petunia, Babe and Wilbur, To Name a Few

Hugh’s ninety-three-year-old grandmother’s health has begun to fail recently so, Oscar traveled to Ohio to tend to her affairs this week, leaving Emily to her own devices. Since we missed celebrating her birthday earlier this month (she was in Arizona visiting friends), I invited her out for dinner tonight. She accepted and we were accompanied by the woman who we employ as the General Manager of the variety side of the store (and, as a friend although, we don't pay her for that); it was a very nice evening.

If you had told me fifteen years ago that I would enjoy an evening out with my Mother-In-Law, I would have told you to watch your head; those ain't pigeons in the sky.



I am evolving as a person; my parents will be so proud.

2 comments:

Finlands finest said...

Thats great! Did you kow Cincinnati is the land of the flying pig? A long time ago, it was called porkopolis. :)

desperate housewife said...

Ha! Yes, maturity finds us all eventually.