When Grandma J moved to Texas, she figured she'd get a life of her own, complete with new people in her life who mirror some that she left behind in California.
Of course, her middle daughter and family would be her core...and of course their paths would cross throughout the village.
You know what I mean, the butcher will know Grandma J wants her rump roasted, and her Middle Daughter wants hers ground.
And of course, Grandma J goes to the same nail salon as her Middle Daughter. Remember Michelle #4? The Nail Specialist who does the best pedicures in the world? Well, evidently a whole lot of girl talk goes on between Middle Daughter and Michelle #4.
Yesterday Grandma J decided to get a pedicure...so she calls ahead because she likes "the works" and the works is named after Michelle #4....it's called "The Number Four". The Number Four involves hot rocks and hot towel wraps along with deep tissue massage and secret sauce.
During the exfoliating process Michelle starts asking Grandma J about noodles.....and she asks why Phillip Johnny Bob never comes to the salon. Yep...busted blogger. Then she laughs about the whole brouhaha on Grandma J's blog about her fat feet. Evidently Michelle took
Then she decides to take a picture of Grandma J's feet to dispel any terminal fat foot disease worries...because according to Michelle, it's all about the angle that you take the picture from.....Ummm isn't this supposed to be a picture of my feet?