Nana Was Here...

My Mom lives about an hour away. I'm her closest child (of the five), so I'm lucky that she visits me often. Well, let's be honest, she visits her granddaughters and spoils them, thus her nickname "No Rules Nana."

When she leaves, there are certain tell-tale signs that she has been here ...

Opened Wine Bottle. Less M&Ms in the Jar ... 
A Damp Rag. We Don't Use Rags For Cleanups ... 
Plants Have Been Watered and Pruned of Dead Leaves ... 
Not that my plants die when she doesn't visit. She just takes extra special care of them. And of all of us, I guess.


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