I'm a good boy. Yeah, that's right. I whine a lot about the long drive to NY with Pop when he has to go see his Doc. (It's a 250 mile round trip). Well, yesterday, I made an even longer drive. Why? To take my 91 year old Grandma to lunch. It rained like a monsoon, I didn't cancel. The traffic was horrendous, I kept on going.
I got there and told her she could pick any restaurant she wanted. She chose Applebee's. (Need I say this is one of the reasons you gotta love Grandma? I love me some Applebee's). And the two of us went, ate lunch, and sat b.s.-ing in the restaurant for nearly 2 hours (the waitress was tipped well, smarty).
She was absolutely beaming. Yeah, and that beam was 'cause of ME! (Gram is the only person I'd ever feel brave enough to make that statement about)
So yeah, for one day, I was a good boy. Kudos gladly accepted.