My grandmother has been phoning me daily since my parents went to St. Augustine, Florida just to "get away" and "take a break" for a few days. Suddenly, I feel like the parent of my parents in an odd, second-hand way. Anywho, if they are there to get away from things, I'm not about to phone them and blow that for them. On the upside, I've been chatting a lot more with my grandmother this week, which is great. I love my grandma.
...and I am sadly very slack about calling her.
She gave me a wakeup call this morning right when I had rolled over like I usually do, after the alarm. I wish I could just ask her to do that for me every weekday.
Purple Punk Rocker from Atlanta, Georgia. Now just a faded Goth Ghost in High Point, North Carolina. Missing my old haunts while looking for a new one.
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