89 and counting

My Grandma, Bernice, is 89 today. No one is as independent. No one loves seals and birds and cats and polar bears as much. No one hates George W. more. No one picks as many raspberries or plants as many bulbs. No one reuses as much tin foil. She has taken care of Big Mama E and Big Mama E has taken care of her. Happy Birthday, Grandma B

(apparently last year I said my Grandma was 89, but I was WRONG because sometimes I can’t even remember how old I am. ooops. 89 this year. For reals.)

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