You know you're a bad grandma when your daughter calls to ask if you'll watch her kids on Saturday and you tell her that you twisted your ankle and so just can't manage it. Then you jog to the corner to buy a bottle of wine and look forward to your free weekend!
I am writing this down for when my kids have children.
ReplyDeletehahaha. So great! But also... bad, bad, bad! lol... ;)
ReplyDeleteHa ha ha, you are hilarious!
ReplyDeleteBad = good!!!
ReplyDeleteAs long as you didn't drunk dial your grandchild afterwards to confess :)
ReplyDeleteClassic!
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