I just love my grandparent’s house.
It’s totally a comfort zone for me. Since when I was growing up we moved around a bunch, coming to Milwaukee has almost been like coming “home”. My mom was born in this house and my grandparents have lived here for almost 55 years. Can you even believe it? I remember being really little and running down the hallways or leading “explorations” up to the attic where I would find treasure.
There’s a big weeping willow tree in the backyard that I used to sit under with Molly and read Little House on the Prairie. Ahhhhh those were the days.
Yesterday my food was so incredibly boring. Ridiculously boring. And gross. All I ate were bars…..Amazing Grass bars, Trader Joe’s bars, clif bars….at the end of the day I couldn’t fathom or stomach another one so I was very thankful for grandpa’s cooking!
He made spaghetti with chicken, mushrooms and olives in a light cream sauce. He wanted you all to know that I get my writing AND cooking abilities from him. I don’t know what that means. He also wanted you to know he wrote a musical in second grade.
I started reading The Help last night and can’t put it down!!! I get my passion for reading from my grandma. That’s a fact. She knew I would love The Help so after she read it she saved it for me (along with about five other books she thought I would love). It’s a wonderful feeling to be reading a book you can’t put down on your grandparent’s couch with a lion at your feet.
Oatmeal with barney butter, banana and blueberries this morning—
Today my mom and I are making a break for it and going to what could, quite possibly, be my favorite place……………ever?
And here’s the pink dress from the other night. That man is not my boyfriend.