Wednesday, July 4, 2007
"I don't care..."
*Three words heard most often during 14-year-old granddaughters one-week visit.
"Where would you like to eat?" (I don't care) "Would you like to go swimming?" (I don't care) "What DVD would you like to watch?" (I don't care)
Don't get me wrong, the visit from our granddaughter, Brittany, was a total pleasure. She's funny, smart, personality-plus, and is very adaptable. She also has her grandmother's stubborn streak.
Menu-planning was a breeze...Where do we get our breaded chicken tenders and french fries? McDonalds? Arby's? Zaxby's? O'Charleys? Home? Doesn't matter as long as chicken tenders and french fries are on the menu, the location is irrelevant. I'm so loaded with salt, it'll take a year of water pills to get it out of my system. Oh, I know. I could've ordered salads...but those fries smelled great!
That said, I'm so proud of her, despite the seeming lack of culinary taste. Not only does she have the self-confidence I lacked as a 14-year-old (and as a 60-year-old!), she recently entered a Scary Story writing contest at school, winning first place with her short fiction entry, "Dreams." I'm hoping to post an excerpt, soon.
We put her on the plane last night for her trip back home. The ride to the airport was spend text-messaging her mom to see if she could go to Tennessee with a friend and her family for three days. They're leaving this morning.
How will I spend this holiday? Laundry, catching up on e-mails, blogging, NOT eating breaded chicken tenders and french fries.
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