So the girls were at Barb's again yesterday (Monday). Barb said that Makayla, yet again, venutred her way into Marion's room. Only this time, Marion was asleep. Makayla made her chair go alllllll the way up, then noticed her cup of iced tea so left the chair up. Marion was in the chair, sound asleep, leaned all the way forward with her arms on the floor. Makayla tried to take a sip of her iced tea, and ended up spilling it, so was quickly picking up the ice cubes when Alan walked in to hid the evidence.
Poor Marion never woke up. Good thing - she would've ended up in a pile on the floor!
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
Remote Controlled Chairs
I went to lunch with my co-worker lady friends today. It was great! We got to chat, eat, and not be bothered by the red neck boys we work with. With there, I bumped into Barb and her sister. The girlies go to Barb's on Monday & Friday... have for years. In turn, they call her Grammy. :) So, Grammy & I had the following conversation...
GB: So this morning, we couldn't find Makayla. Dave thought maybe she went in Marions room.
Me: What does she do in Marion's room?
GB: Oh, she likes to go in and play with the remote...
Me: To the TV?
BG: No. There's a remote that goes to her chair. Dave went in and Marion was going up and down, up and down, back and forth, back and forth, and Makayla was just standing there with a big grin on her face and her chubby little figers pressing the up / down buttons!
I was unable to speak as I was trying to contain my laughter.
GB: So this morning, we couldn't find Makayla. Dave thought maybe she went in Marions room.
Me: What does she do in Marion's room?
GB: Oh, she likes to go in and play with the remote...
Me: To the TV?
BG: No. There's a remote that goes to her chair. Dave went in and Marion was going up and down, up and down, back and forth, back and forth, and Makayla was just standing there with a big grin on her face and her chubby little figers pressing the up / down buttons!
I was unable to speak as I was trying to contain my laughter.
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