Hey girls, us girls are taking a trip around Texas this week. Gotta go see Mam-ma and G-ma and the Fofo. What's a Fof0 you ask? It's my Dad's grand-pa name. When my oldest was a baby his Dad Papaw was still alive so we tried to teach her to say Popo, she said Fofo and it stuck. And Mom didn't want to be called "Granny" and "don't call me Ma!" she would say with a foot stomp. So Dad taught Danya to call her Granny-ma. She's been that ever since. Just a little family history for your Tuesday.
Wish me luck, I will be shopping for the guest room. I'm looking for something big and chunky and architectural to hang above the bed.
Have a great week and remember to hug someone even if the old fart doesn't want you too. :))