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| Grandma Pinky |
No! Stop it!
I know what you think this post is going to be about.
Sorry to disappoint you but this post is NOT about glamorous outfits for pooches.
This post is about how I know I’ll make a fudging, fantastic Grandma.
Hagar, my 22 year old son, brought my first grandchild over last week.
As I clutched by baby grandson close to my chest, I felt my soft upper limbs turn instantly to wobbling tuck shop arms, my D cup boobs turn into a droopy, massive bosom and my spare tyre transform into a soft platform ready made to cushion a small head.
My long, brown hair shrivelled and coiled up into a grey perm and my dentures slipped out mid kiss.
My voice turned into my mother’s and I found myself bleating things like, “Come to Nana, darlin.”
“Did naughty Daddy feed you dinner before he brought you over?” and “Would you like a treat? Follow me into the kitchen, sweetheart.”
His name is Diego and I’m in love. I volunteered to babysit him next weekend when Hagar and Meggles go to Diego’s other Grandma’s birthday party in Mackay.
(Happy birthday Nana Jo!)
I was a bit scared telling Granddad Scotto, I’d volunteered to look after the grand kid all weekend but I think he’s going to love it.
I was a bit scared telling Granddad Scotto, I’d volunteered to look after the grand kid all weekend but I think he’s going to love it.
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Yeah, I'm doing grandparenting doggy style.
On another subject... I finished the first draft of my fiction manuscript. All 70 000 words of it! I told you I'd do it.
I'm not going to publish the last three chapters online so if you've been reading along please leave a message in the comments below and I'll email them to you. I'd hate to leave you in suspense after all your loyalty.
I will take down the chapters I've already published in a few days as well while I revise, edit and rewrite.
Hopefully now I'll be able to write more entertaining posts as well.
I'm sure you've been waiting to hear that, hehe.
What sort of grandparent do you think you'll be?
