I Say Nothng To These Vultures

At eighty my beloved grandma began buying insane, whimsical things. Filling her house up with all kinds of feathers, glitter, and bedazzled stuff. We’ll have to have a garage sale and get rid of it when she is gone. Or have a bonfire. Lots of laughter. One of her favorite pieces is her new cake plate. Polka dotted with a variety of bright colors. Decorated with enormous red roses. I love it way too much. She brings it out for every birthday. And some un-birthdays too. I say nothing to these vultures though. The second you say you like something they begin arguing about it. These are not easy people.