Valentine

Dennis grabbed my phone and must have had a sudden nose itch. I saw him rub the bottom of my phone under his nose. I complained, loudly, and told him mine was a booger free phone and asked why he couldn't use his own phone to wipe his nose. He told me, "Mom, when you fuss at me, it gives me a migration." Yes, I laughed, but I apologized and explained that the word is 'migraine'.

I'm sad tonight over the loss of my Granddaddy, but I know that he celebrated today in Heaven with Jesus and with Grandmother, the love of his life.