1) Mrs. G. is all done with her Christmas Shopping...you people are so gullible.
2) Mrs. G. was sleeping in her writing room when she woke up from a horrible dream -- someone in her family had insulted an entire roomful of Muslims. She stumbled to her and Mr. G's bed and told him she had had a bad dream. "That's OK, babe," he murmured in his sleep, "I'm a dream killer."
3) Mrs. G. and her sister-in-law Chris have been supporting each other as they diet. Friday, they agreed to switch from South Beach to Weight Watchers because Chris needed fruit stat and Mrs. G. couldn't stand to eat another piece of turkey. They agreed they would switch immediately without straying from their healthy path. Last night, Mrs. G. licked the creme filling out of at least 17 20 Oreos. Sorry Chris. But Mrs. G. threw the naked chocolate wafers away. It's Monday -- a brand new day!
4) Mrs. G. decided yesterday afternoon to knit her daughter a chenille blanket. After watching countless YouTube videos on how to cast on, knitting the "tail" which is supposed to be there at the end of the project twice, Mr. G. spending ten minutes unraveling a trapped Gus from the yarn he stole off the couch during the night and the endless swearing, Mrs. G. is just going to buy a blanket from a damn store.
When is he going away?
But the whole miserable experience was worth this FB exchange.