Special Visitors

My paternal grandparents rolled into town, ostensibly to watch a football game or something. Ha! Everyone knows they came to see me. . .

Grandpa kept trying to get me to wrestle. I resisted, naturally reticent to embarass a respected ancestor. But finally he questioned my manliness one too many times, so I pinned him to the couch until he was polite again.

He was a good sport about it, so things got chummy once again. Grandma is high up on my list of favorite people. I broke out all my charms for her, and she responded graciously. See you at Christmas time!