Tag: Lame Filler

Straight outta West Palm

Straight outta West Palm

All the way from West Palm Beach, Florida, welcome to the stage my grandmother: Sybil Ratner.

That’s right, I’ve been building it up the past few days and she’s finally here. Always excited to have her here, since it means getting to do all those fun grandparent-specific things that parents won’t do because they’re lame and trying to keep you down, man.

Which of course I mean in total jest. Because I know my parents read these and don’t want them to genuinely think I think they’re lame.

They’re the best.

But I’m not here to talk about them, I’m here to talk about grandma. Even if I don’t exactly have a lot to talk about for grandma at the moment.

If anything, this post is mostly just going to be a short interstitial letting you all know that if I’m busy and don’t post a lot in the next few days — or if I post a lot more with fun stuff you only do with visitors, this is why.

Hope y’all will afford me some kind of leeway for grandma time.