Empty Nest

We had a snow day today.

Big Daddy and I spent the day watching Ben Affleck free American hostages in Iran and James Bond  usher in a new 'M'.  We drank red wine and ate ham and beans with corn bread.

I cannot remember the last time that happened.

Utterly and entirely satisfactory.  

Screw that.  

Joyous!

Why the melancholy?

Because it was a snow day.

...and there were no piles of wet clothes in the laundry room, no homemade cocoa, no deep-voiced laughs coming from over excited teenage boys playing Rock Band and Halo in the living room.

These days were always expected.  I have blogged in days past about my dread of their coming.  

Alas the circle of life. 

So back to my red wine and beans.  Maybe another movie.

...and cocoa.  Yeah.  Adult cocoa.

Baileys or Kahlua?

March 22, 2012-Goodbye, Granny!

I come 'round here every so often.  This dusty blog of mine.  I found this loitering in my drafts and I was horrified that I never actually posted it. 

For now almost a year has flown by.

This is a post to honor my dear, sweet, cantankerous Granny Smith.

She left us yesterday.  Ninety. Three. Years. Old.

Goodness.

Every single one of those 93 years she was on death's door quick with a 'Baby, I've never hurt so bad.'

A finer lady was never born.

...but thankfully she wasn't perfect.  She was funny, difficult, irreverent, and a pain in the butt.

And I loved every round, square inch of her.

In case you didn't get to know her, below are some conversations of yore.

http://mosugarbritches.blogspot.com/2007/07/heading-south.html
http://mosugarbritches.blogspot.com/2007/08/granny.html
http://mosugarbritches.blogspot.com/2007/09/granny.html
http://mosugarbritches.blogspot.com/2007/11/granny-3.html
http://mosugarbritches.blogspot.com/2008/01/sweet-thoughts.html
http://mosugarbritches.blogspot.com/2008/01/stretching.html
http://mosugarbritches.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey-granny.html
http://mosugarbritches.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-conversation-with-gram.html