The Senator and Governor are snug abed at 9 p.m., cherubs both! They’re waiting for The Chairman to retrieve them and Hoocher on Sunday. Hoocher, meanwhile, has been snug abed most of the time he’s been with us in the city. Right now, he’s curled up on a living room chair. He’s content but will hop onto our bed or another, if a door is left ajar. Once on a bed, the dog goes limp and must be dragged off by the collar.
Ms. Chairman, we’re picking up phrases that you obviously use. The Governor told Hoocher this morning, “This is the last time I’m going to tell you …” However, he explained a meltdown Friday in his own terms, “I am having a bad mood.”
Friday night, we took the boys to a Mexican restaurant in Minneapolis, where we all had dinner with the cousins and Auntie S. and Uncle B. S and G liked the chips but stuck with tried and true chicken fingers for the main course. Afterward, the boys got to visit the cousins and see J’s new hamster, Elvis. Relax … they weren’t interested enough to plead for one of their own. Not yet, anyway.
The Senator and Governor brought home a toy gun from the cousins, and one toy gun simply doesn’t work with those two guys. Of course, they both wanted the gun at the same time, and that made for a few testy moments.
Oh, The Senator slept until nearly 10 a.m. Saturday and took naps Friday and Saturday. No, we didn’t substitute v.s.o.p. for m.i.l.k.
We will leave town knowing that our grandsons are being wonderfully spoiled by their other grandparents. Sorry Cathy, you will have some damage repair to deal with when you get home. 10 days in paradise has its repercussions.
Posted by: Nana at January 15, 2005 11:03 PM