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I'd like to tell some stories about my best friend's grandmother, but I'm afraid her family will kill me dead! This woman is unbelievable! The stories are so irresistible that I will share them with you, but I will change the names to protect myself. As you will see, no one is innocent in these stories.

I'm not a grand storyteller. I wish I could do these justice. Use your imagination- I'll just tell you the way it was told to me.

Grandma Lilly was a child during ...

One of the things I hate the most is getting wrong number calls on my cell phone. As you all know from past posts how I feel about the whole phone thing. The land line I never answer, because it is either not for me, or a telemarketer, and I have no desire to talk to someone I don't know, and literally only three people have the number for my cell so when I do get a voice mail or when the phone does ring, I expect it is going to be someone I know.

But I have a cursed number, it seems ...

11. The Shearing of the Locks

There are many things Ruth and I disagree on. For instance she finds absolutely nothing wrong with eating salads in front of me. For some reason the collecting has never appealed to her as a desirable life vocation. Marriage benefits collecting leaves her even less enthused which has been great mystery to me after all these years of practicing with the devotion of a religious fanatic. Sigh. But one area of her life I have had a silent disagreement ...

I am far from being a paranoid person. I am not someone who constantly worries about bad things happening, and is always expecting something to happen, I really haven't much fear of having someone break into the house, or of being assaulted or anything of that nature.

I live in what I would consider to be a particularly safe neighborhood, and I never truly feel as if I am in any real danger, nor I have ever really been in a situation of high danger, and yet, I have some traits that ...

9/10. Jane Austen Lives / Shadow Over Fairborn

Upon my return from the doctor's I clean up a mess made by one of our other cats--Shadow. She was named by my daughter since she is all black and I have always suspected Sandy of trying to win Brownie points with me over the christening.

I take about a two hour nap and awake to thoughts of skipping lunch and taking advantage of the windfall provided by Ruth for Bookery shopping.

I get some fuel on the way ...