For Better or For Worse by Lynn Johnston for February 03, 2015

I live by myself. If my alarm clock doesn’t get me up nor my cell phone’s alarm clock, third bet’s my bladder. (Yeah, I know, folks: TMI.)

And kids!

I turn my thermostat to 55 F before going to bed, and when I hear the radiators clanging in the wee hours, I know the house is starting to warm up for me in the morning.

Aren’t these “Christmas guests” staying a bit loooooong at the Patterson’s?

Man, I didn’t think “awesome!” was in way back then.

Lynn’s Notes:

I once saw my mother-in-law flapping her apron at the top of the basement stairs. I asked her what in the world she was doing, and she explained that the menfolk were in the middle of a project down there and she wanted them to come up for dinner. She was wafting the smell of roast beef, mash, and gravy down into the basement. It worked!

My 92 year old grandmother still wakes me up frying bacon every time I go to visit. That’s the only time I get to have someone else make my breakfast!

I love armchair traveling: look what I found, thank you! http://www.preservationidaho.org/programs/orchids-onions/2010/whitman-hotel-renovation

Ahhhh: The Loop – the days…

there’s a difference (ask any woman) …

That’s one way of waking Grandpa up!