This year, my grandma's boyfriend was invited to dinner. He is someone that she went to school with, and recently found again through facebook. Yes even my grandma has a facebook. Back in the 30's he built race cars, so that's his claim to fame, and also pretty much all he talks about. Anyway, as soon as he sat down to eat, my dad spilled a whole glass of cranberry juice in his lap. As the meal went on, topics of conversation included "what is that sound?" (which went on for a good 20 minutes before we realised that it was a hearing aid), race cars, and of course Norah's contribution, "do you remember when I learned to poop in the toilet?" Oh yes, Thanksgiving was great.
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Norah looks just like you Val..and the inside of your house is beautiful girl!
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