Grandma is visiting for the next couple of weeks. It’s always great to have her around, but there’s just one catch. To my grandmother, who I love very dearly, I am too skinny. I’ll take no time to admit that as a kid, I was a chunk. This label stuck with me through my entire childhood. And then, the label “grew” on into high school. Obviously, grandma has watched the decrease in my body mass as I have attempted to pursue a better life in terms of health. I fear that if I were to be within closer proximity of her on a regular basis, my mission would be met with failure. It never changes. Today I was greeted with mexican bread and tamales. Temptation? Oh my, yes! I indulged.
We also did the great american cookout today for the holiday. Dad took the shiny, new grill out for its maiden voyage. Ooooooo… Shiny. Good eats, good margaritas, good times.
It beats the heck out of being sick. I just hope things hold out for the work week.