Crepes for Dinner

The fun thing about crepes for dinner is when one hits the floor, you know what to say.

The homeless shelter was fun yesterday. I got to adopt my first grandchild. This happened right after I taught her to knit. Really, she was a knitter already; she just didn't know how to use the needles. She took to it like a duck to crochet -- pumped out four or five rows before I left, and her tension had evened out. I fully expect that next week she'll have a sizable amount done on a scarf.

She even recruited me to be a part of a fashion show the GED lady is putting on! I'll find out more about it...