Fam & Crabby Old Lady

Sunday dinner at mom's.  Spaghetti with strawberries and whipped cream for dessert.  My nephew in his wisdom squirted whipped cream on the back of Mr Zs hand and had him hit his arm, to see if he could catch the glob.  

While it was amusing, my mother would never have approved.  Except he is her fav grandson.   I'm sure tomorrow I will hear all about how bad this was.

And now its Tuesday morning.  I didn't post yesterday for fear I'm beginning to sound like a crabby old lady.  Things get bogged down, and its easier to point out all the wrongs instead of focusing on positives.

We watched Mr Z yesterday as there was no school.  We took a walk around the block and spied this old Plymouth (1942?). Then we headed to his baseball game.  We get there and he doesn't have his glove.  While his mom and dad aren't together, they should be helping him be organized!  I felt horrible for him, and pissed at his parents.  Its their job to teach him the things he needs to know in life!  Grrrrr.

So much for not being a crabby old lady, but sometimes, its justified!!  (haha)