Just Do What She Tells You

It was sweltering yesterday and I had 25 women coming to my house for the big camp reunion. They came from all over. Even my big sister Nan even came from faraway Florida and when Nan is in town things always take a lively turn: In the morning as we were just leaving the house she quick darted into the bathroom, from behind whose doors there suddenly came a scream and loud exclamations. I rushed right over.  “Nan! What’s happening?”“Nothing. I looked in the mirror.”The outside temps were set on 'Broil' at dawn yesterday and by 10:00 when we went out on that final Party Needs run they had inched up to 'Self Clean.' We had just scored a world of soft drinks when Nan saw another store she wanted to duck into on the chance that it might have the food her 1500-mile-away cat is partial to.“A Pet shop, hey! Stay here," she said, veering inside it. Then, over her shoulder, “Work on your tan.”So what could I do but work on it, as I stood all alone with my brimming shopping cart on the  blistering pavement?  I learned way way way WAY back when I was only a little guy: if you want the fun to keep on coming just do what the older one tells you to. This is not actually Nan and me but the one on the left IS  \Nan's little daughter Gracie, then six, while the one on the right is my first girl Carrie, then five, but that look of delighted admiration? That's exactly what I'm talkin' about !