It's a fiesta!

These fabulously huge sombreros appeared on Mom's hat rack unannounced a fews weeks back. Hank was like a dog on a pork chop when he spotted them looming among the other regular sized hats. Mosey, always game, sported her sombrero with grace and dignity. Hank's general wrecking ball capabilities increased ten fold with the giant sombrero acquisition. He hopped around the room knocking stuff over willy nilly with his big straw hat and limited visibility. Mosey sat as still as a statue watching her grandson's antics with only mild irritation.

CALL FOR HATS: Any hats are welcome, really crazy hats are especially desirable. If you are one of the 3 people that reads this blog you know how to find me.

Lychee Jelly, in 1 ounce shots

Show and Tell

Items that Hank insisted on bringing to Grandma: one green shovel, one plushy loon, one plushy bunny, two Bon Appetit issues, one turquoise truck, one freshly picked sunflower. Items that Hank insisted on keeping: one turquoise truck, one plushy loon. Not bad.

Found: some teeth

I continue to de-clutter my mom's room on a weekly basis because her hoarding behavior crosses all categories: animal,vegatable and mineral. I should be so lucky to come across mystery jewelry, magazines and the occasional shoe. Instead, I must always be on the look-out for the errant ham sandwich or pee soaked pad tucked away in her dresser acting as the most acrid of sachets. So when I came across the teeth I yelped a little. There's nothing quite so unsettling as finding some false teeth set inside a plastic cup nestled beside a baby doll in a tiny crib. FYI: Mosey has all her teeth so I knew they weren't hers. Fortunately, nursing homes are used to things like teeth and hearing aids and glasses going on safari so they were labeled. I didn't go so far as putting them back in the toothless resident's mouth but I did hand them over to the proper authorities.