Oh, it was my grandmothers (my dad’s mom) birthday on Saturday. She turned 96 (or as she likes to say 69). I love her. It makes me sad thinking she doesn’t have too too long left. But she’s spry as ever and going to bingo and swimming like nothing.

We’re always getting cute or funny cards for her. We have my dad’s sense of humor.

Tidbit - I’m the youngest grandchild at 34.

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