Or my lack of one. Two funny stories...
As most of you know, a group of my friends and I drove down to Redlands a few weeks ago to see my brother in the LifeHouse play "Esther." (That's when my car had all its problems.) Anyway, my brother and I were driving our grandparents home from the airport on Monday, and we were talking about how my car battery had died that weekend, and I said, "Yeah, it was the weekend I came down to see Esther." And my grandfather leaned forward and said, "Esther? Esther? Who's Esther?" thinking she was perhaps a romantic interest of mine.
And secondly... I showed both my grandparents a lot of the pictures from my computer on Monday night, and Grandmom remarked that Eleanor "looked like a fun girl." I had to agree, of course. Later on, I mentioned that I had just sent Eleanor a letter, and Grandmom said, "Oh, I knew you guys were friends, but I didn't know she was the love of your life."
I wonder where she got that idea.
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Ha Ha Ha! That was quite funny my friend! I wish I were there to see it!
Ha ha ha...hee hee hee...heh heh heh...hmmm
Your grandmother is actually one of our lead spies. No matter how old we get, women still have that intuition.
Ha ha . . . good times, those were . . .
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