I was going to tell you about Danger Dog's recent visit to the vet today but instead I will share Danger Girl's Sunday afternoon adventure. First some background... my elderly mother lives in a senior citizen building with about maybe 100 other seniors,mostly single ladies between the ages of 55 up to nearly 100. There are a few gentlemen,probably less than 10 and the oldest is John who is 94 and as bright as a new penny. On Monday,Wednesday and Fridays they serve hot lunches in the community room (Meals on Wheels they call it)not only do the residents attend if they choose but seniors from around the area can also come for a hot meal. After lunch they have Bingo for about an hour, most of the prizes are donated food or paper items from local stores, no money ever changes hands it's all suppose to be in fun. Though after today I'm thinking maybe I need to stop in on Fridays and try for the grand prize myself.I can hear you all saying "Whoa what must the Grand Prize be if Danger Girl would give up her day off to compete?" Well let me just tell you about my day before I reveal that. Danger Son and I had stopped by Mom's to drop off some paper's and I had promised to do her friends tax credit forms since M is 76 and doesn't have any family to speak of Danger Girl doesn't mind helping out where she can. So I am sitting at the desk figuring the taxes when Danger Son (what started it I'll never know) got his Gramma and M talking about lunch and Bingo. (Where Danger Son gets his slightly sick twisted sense of humor from I will never know) Apparently there has been some discussion of a particular person that has won the Grand Prize everyday last week and people are getting a wee bit ticked off about it,to the point of alledged name calling and threats to layeth the smacketh down. OMG I nearly fell off the chair trying not to laugh hysterically because Mom and M are really serious about this and of course Danger Son (Bad as he is) says "Gramma,before you start smacking each other call me and I'll come right over to make sure no ones glasses get broke". (Everyone there wears glasses,mighty thoughtful of you Danger Son.) So as I finish up the forms I'm trying to figure, I can't help myself I just had to ask" So what's the prize that they keep winning?" (I had to ask) In unison Mom and M both say "A big package of Toilet Paper and there is no way he could use that much toilet paper in a week!" Of course my precious Danger Son couldn't help himself and had to say "Well how do you know he might have a problem."  Danger Son that is way TOO MUCH INFORMATION for me. Having done my work it was time to leave,I can only hope my life is as exciting when I reach my Golden Years!

Oh it's SO hilarious what people come to treasure in their golden years! And it's SO funny how the competition can become so fierce.
You sound like a wonderful Danger daughter to your Danger mother, & Danger Son sounds like a wonderful Danger Grandson!

Tell mother to behave herself. I can see them tag teaming in their wheel chairs and walkers. We can call it WWOP. Just don't let them attack the nun. Now she has connections.

LOL TOO FUNNY! Methinks Danger son has fallen not far from the DANGER TREE too! Excellent sense of humor on that lad!! Enjoyed the read ALOT and also wanted to thank you for the kind words about my mother. The hat, BTW was her WRENS hat from WWII..... she had the chance to play in the WOMENS PROFESSIONAL BASEBALL LEAGUE of LEAGUE OF THEIR OWN fame but chose to join the WRENS instead. She was an AMAZING ball player and an EXCELLENT mother and I miss the hell out of her very day! But thanks for the much needed SMILE TODAY! Man itsd great to be able to come here again!

lovely family