When I went to try on wedding dresses (yes, the FIRST TIME), I was pretty lucky and got one almost right away. I was there with my friend, Jennifer Sikes, and the one and only Grandma Patsy who had not matriculated into Grandma status yet due to the lack of activity thus far in my uterus. So I put on one of the first gowns and my friend, Jennifer Sikes, teared up because she was seeing me as a bride for the first time and as she dabbed her little eyeballs with a tissue she turned to my mother to share the moment and GP was...
frolicking with the dressmaker's cat in the corner of the showroom having the time of her life. When Jen was like doesn't Nancy look beautiful, Grandma Patsy was like Nancy who? And let's get this cat a veil!
Oh Grandma Patsy, I love you most of all! I am just TELLING you this Bloggy because E has been meowing like a cat recently whenever anyone asks her a question. What's your name, dear? Meow. How old are you? Meow meow.
Which is totally fine because when I was about seven I went through an entire school year or two pretending to be the family dog after dinner. I would crawl under the table and nip people's ankles and wait to be fed. I really wanted a pet. And I turned out JUST FINE.
My parents would pet me and maybe even throw scraps down at me, who knows. There was no INTERNET so entertainment was rough in those days. I do know that my older cousin, Jon Scott, was in college in NYC (his fam lived in Rochester) and he brought a friend over to Grandma Patsy's for one of her famous roast beef dinners. I was pretending to be a dog and I bit this kid in the ankle. No remorse.
I mean, I don't know if he had a good time at our place or what, but it wasn't your average evening out. And you're welcome.
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