Ice Cream for Dinner

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I could write five chapters on Easter Sunday and the hilarity that ensued from beginning to end, but the best part was going out to get ice cream for dinner with my grandparents and my grandpa getting out of the car in his slippers (to the surprise and horror of my grandma) and then somehow making it all the way back home before realizing he'd lost a slipper along the way like gosh dang Cinderella.

I'm living in a sitcom over here, y'all, and I absolutely love it.

P.S. Happy ninetieth birthday, Grandma!

Ben Cooley

Ben Cooley

I remember a certain someone losing a piece of footwear at a Dairy Queen without noticing until we were miles away. I guess it runs in the family :)

Rachelskirts

Rachelskirts

Hahahaha, I love you. RIP, other flip-flop!

Karina

Karina

Gosh, your grandparents look adorable!!

I like that you write again, or write more, so I get more glimpses into your life and am happy that you seem happy or happier than before you moved to TN.