It would appear that Levon lost most of his pupils in North Carolina. Either that, or he's rolling his eyes so hard they are in danger of falling out of his head at the thought of me taking yet another picture of him and his brother.
The boys thought this was hysterical and Levon went outside to find a switch. He couldn't find one so he grabbed one of my flip flops and smacked MY butt with it.
They know me and my MerMer heart too well.
We read some books and that was wonderful. August really snuggled up beside me and patted my old arms and shoulders and said, "Your skin is like rubber," and I said, "Yes. I know." But he also told me that I was warm and that he liked that. It occurred to me that I shouldn't feel so hateful about my body. Old grandmas are SUPPOSED to be warm and abundant of flesh. At least when it's time to read books.
Or oh, what the hell? A martini.