How do you know you’re officially the lowest head on the totem pole? How do you know you’re now technically the bottom rung of the ladder in your family? Simple. When your own grandmother calls…to talk to your husband…has a five minute conversation with him…he offers to let her talk to you…and she declines. When your own grandmother calls your house and doesn’t want to talk to you…you officially suck. Yes, dear readers, I am chopped liver in my household…while Larry is apparently prime rib. Oh yeah, and she makes him cookies…but not me…
Note to self: Cross off said grandmother’s name from list of possible girl baby names…
Just kidding grandma…unless you wanna make me cookies to make up for it! Hee Hee!
I know just how you feel! I am not the favorite either. I do not get said cookies. I guess I should have never told her that I traded them for Ho-hos when I was in grade school. She has the memory of an elephant!!!
You are both trying to get in trouble, aren’t you, with that FAVORITE thing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
oh man court,
i really got to hang out with larry before i go back, set that up for me okay?
maggie