What Happens at Grandma's....

Really? Chex mix? They never feed me Chex Mix at home...

"And that is why this MUST be our little secret."

 "Can you keep a secret, Ragnar?"

Ragnar, the granddog and I had a GRAND day. As soon as he was dropped off at my house, the party began.

First, smooching on the couch and plotting all the fun we were going to have that the stuffy old parents never let us do....

 Long walks ....it took five miles to convince him he was tired.

Sighting of baby fawn, just born, nursing from mama deer-est ...

 Resting on the floor and icing our sore joints...Well, one of us was icing. The other was bonking the icer's head with a hard bone.

Eating bits and pieces of whatever is in the fridge....using fngers, not forks....shhhhhhh.....

going for a drive with the window down to feel the breeze in our ears....

Relaxing on the forbidden couch....shhhhhhhhhh....

Just don't tell the folks, Ragnar. What happens at Grandma's, stays at Grandma's.

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I know some of you come for a daily dose of inspiration. You may be hard pressed to find any spiritual truth that can guide you through your day from today's blog. However, there IS a message. God provides respite in the midst of the storm. When we take life too seriously, we lose one of God's blessings: laughter. Delight. Frivolous joy in the wonder of His world. Find the joy. It is always there.

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Mark 7:27-28

And He was saying to her, "Let the children be satisfied first, for it is not good to take the children's bread and throw it to the dogs." But she answered and said to Him, "Yes, Lord, but even the dogs under the table feed on the children's crumbs."
2 Kings 8:13
Then Hazael said, "But what is your servant, who is but a dog, that he should do this great thing?"