Buh-Buh-Buh-Buh

Dear Holy Goddess of Grandmothers,

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you maxima ultra maxima super maxima, etc.

The grandfather shot a buck, and thus, has come home.

Thank you also for the gas guy who was as surly as ever but who took my check for ten million dollars and drove off into the sunset, having filled my tank with gas.

Thank you for the great gift of heat (it's supposed to get down to 45 degrees tonight) and also, the great gift of cooking.

But honestly and truly, thank you most of all for the Boppy who is, as we speak, sitting on the couch with those beloved grandsons of mine, eating edamame beans after having made me a martini.

And thank you for allowing me to have had my children when I was young and spry.

All love and gratitude...Ms. Moon

P.S.
This movie has come to my mind countless times today. If you've never seen it, well, I am sorry for you. I remember once going to see my therapist and she told me that her advice for everyone that week was just to go and see "Overboard."
It still works for me.




Now where the hell is my caviar?