I am a cast iron bitch. Ask any one who knows me. Well, except for my hubby, kids, grandkids.....
We have recently moved to a different state, and I am missing my oldest grandson...the youngest one already lives far from us.(That is bad enough)
I miss the way his little eyes light up and that grin encompasses his whole face and his little arms reach up for me.
He is just learning to talk and I had a conversation with him on the phone, his answer to everything was "yup" and then bye-bye.
If I wasn't such a mean old bitch I'd just sit right down and have a good old cry........but that would rust the cast iron.
I just couldn't ruin my reputation............sniff.
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