Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Ten Days...

...and still no word from Granny about the bed. Must be a record.

Yesterday she wanted to eat some leftovers I had left in the fridge. I had been meaning to throw them out but kept forgetting. They had been in there for eleven days. She kept insisting they would still be good. No Granny, I really don't think those two slices of barbecue beef will still be good.

I really hope she threw it out.

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