12/14 Again

As it turns out we buried the Bosses dad 12/14.  Her mother died 12/14.  Her Christmas may never be the same again.

Great-grand-kids running around at a funeral may be rude to some people, but to the Boss and me that was a real stress killer.  They lightened up the mood, especially my one grandson who arrived with a green face.  He'd been the Grinch at school.

Been ignoring the news channels lately.  All the blather is so very insignificant to the recent issues here at home.  May all the evil, lying politicians have their black tongues fall off.