Yep! I'm just a few days before yours on the 21st. Aunt Lou was a dear. Since she had no children I was sort of her "adopted" child. Lucky me!
And now that I think about it, I'm not the one that was aching for a new car -- maybe at Christmas I'll get a big bow and put it on the van with a "Merry Christmas, Dear" on it!
Any day you wake up on the sunny side of the grass is a good day.
"The moving hand writes and having writ moves on. Neither all thy piety nor all thy wit can lure it back to cancel half a line nor all thy tears wash out a word of it." The Rubiyat by Omar Khayyam
