It’s 2pm and I’m waiting for Nana to say something super nice to me again.
7:04pm … still waiting.
That’s it; no dinner for Nana…STARVE!
Just kidding, I ripped her from her bed in about 4 seconds flat at 9p so she could enjoy some of my famous grilling.
Nana enjoyed her mouthful eyeful of steak (medium rare, per her majesty’s request), corn on the cob, salad and spinich dip.
We sat on the couch together and watched basic television. We shared a blanket and flipped through every channel we could get reception for.
All 7 of them.
Shortly thereafter, Nana gave up and wanted to go back to sleep. Apparently I do not have a Spanish-speaking Nana, so none of the tv programs appealed to her.
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