Cute Stuffings: Cookie Monster

MY favorite baby of all time, lil Cookie Monster, Parker.

Your Imaginary Granny,

Patsie

More Cute Stuffings, Part 5

me rocking the grandbaby

Dear Imaginary Friend,

What is more "granny" than sitting in a rocker? Well, maybe rocking away, having a big glass of lemonade on the front porch, and yelling at the neighbor kids, "Get off my lawn!!!"

I am getting older, but am not quite there yet. Yet is the operative word.

Luckily for me, I am not the one wearing a diaper in this picture!! He he.

Parker has almost outgrown sitting in the rocker, slurping down his bottle. He is so easily distracted by everything going on. He squirms like a little monkey and likes to climb all over the place. He even attempted climbing out of his stroller last week. Escapee on aisle five!

I am relishing this time.

Soon, I will once again be a granny, off her rocker.

Your Imaginary Friend,

Patsie

Cute Lil Family

Cute stuffings. Nuff said.

Your Imaginary Doting Granny,

Patsie

The Gentleperson's Sport of Croquet

Deni and Virginia Show How to Fashionably Hold Your Mallet

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

DEra Imaginary Reader,

 

 

I believe that there would be fewer world wars if everyone would take up the slow paced game of croquet.

Not only can everyone play, but one can wear elegant clothing while doing so, and act highly civilized. (See above) As civilized as scones and tea. As civilized as your grandmother's silver flatware service.

Let's put away the violent video games like "Kill My Granny" and "Deathtrap on Cannibal Island". I encourage you to go outside on your front lawn this minute, and wear your Sunday finest while taking a leisurely game in. What was that you said? It is midnight? Well, then, that will winnow out the competition, and noone will witness your bad shots.

Think happy thoughts, and get some fresh air.

Channel your road rage into whacking that wooden ball so hard it flies through the hoop. ALL while looking your very best!
Cheerio,

Your Imaginary Friend,

Patsie