My grandma is a snuggly, cuddly, fuzzy loving woman.
I am not.
I’m comfortable with my robe, even if it has a couple strings on it.
She is not.
My grandma sent me another robe for Christmas.
I already had five at my house (and one in Houston) all from my grandma.
I don’t really need a robe.
This robe has been sitting in my room since Christmas.
This daughter got out of the bath and said she wanted to be wrapped up like mommy after her shower.
And now, this ungrateful granddaughter has a very grateful daughter, and thus, a happy great-granddaughter, and a happy grandma/ great-grandma.
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