I'm finding myself spending many evenings at Bob Evans lately. Tonight was one of those occasions. We had a guest who came at dinner time and stayed a lot longer than we expected. Gramma is not one to turn away company. If someone wants to come over it doesn't matter what is going on...they are welcome. I, on the other hand, am not so nice but since it is not my house I didn't really have a say in the matter. Our visitor came and stayed and stayed and stayed.
When visitor finally left Bob Evans was where Grammy decided we should eat. Fine with me...just feed me!
On the drive home we had one of those conversations that just makes me shake my head in wonder that I am still sane.
I'm trying to pull out of the parking lot across 4 lanes of traffic and Grammy is sitting up looking one way then the other then back again...I finally tell her to sit back that I'm driving so what is she looking for! She begins to laugh and go on about something...
Jayke: "Don't talk to my Mommy when she is trying to drive!"
Grammy: "Ok, sorry" (pats me on the arm and says,"Excuse me for breathing.")
Jayke: "Hey! I hear you jiggling up there!"
Laughter from the front seatJayke: "I said STOP jiggling! Geesh...excuse me for breathing!"
I am assuming he meant giggling.
Grammy begins singing about the 'Carolina Moon' in the sky..."Carolina Moon, Carolina Moon,,,", in a very low low exagerated voice that only those who know her and love her can appreciate.
At the same time Jayke starts singing The Twelve Days of Christmas..."On the first day of Christmas ti ti ti ti ti ti ti ti ti ti ti ti...",
Both continue to get louder so they can hear themself over the other.
I just drive as fast as I can to get us home the whole time knowing that my friends are just around the corner getting pedicures and I was supposed to be with them!