Lunch: The remainder of that stuffed lamb breast.
Geo, my mom's been on my ass for grandkids since the day I told her I was engaged. Now she thought she'd found a way to force me into trying. I guess the last comment on the topic ("If you want grandkids so DAMN fucking much, talk to Cassie or Patti. If you want them from us, you can wait." "Looks like I'm wating then, Pat's too young and has school, and Cassie's in jail." "I gues you're wating then." *Glare**Return Glare* <My father> "Thanksgiving Dinner's ready!") wasn't quite blunt enough.... She'll find out soon enough that she can't ru(i)n my life anymore, but I doubt she'll stop trying.