Under the Gun

Me and my big ideas. I invited the grandbabies for a sleepover tonight so their parents could catch a break.

Sometimes  it’s really easy, like when they literally beg to be put to bed and we’re back downstairs celebrating by half past eight. (We turn on HBO, 'Look it’s Casino! which for 20 years we’ve been to scared to ever watch. Or  'How ‘bout the classic Weekend at Bernie’s and we’ll make fun of the 80s the whole time?'  Or, 'Why not really break out and co-tackle the tricky crossword that you cut out of the paper every day!'(The little ones call David 'Papa'.) Me I'm ‘TT’ which is what David calls me anytime he’s not really mad at me, and the drink I carry everywhere is TT-juice, as one of them named it, a zesty combination of mint iced tea and Crystal Lite lemonade. Some people have asked me if it’s a gin drink or chock full of vodka but it isn’t. I don’t need to drink.

Tonight though if we’re really under the gun with these short people, I just might wish it were. What if it turns out to be like the babystitting scene in Tootsie? Great movie, Tootsie, let's watch a little of it now:

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