Still north of The Bridge, enjoying Grandma Chocolate and Grandpa Flannel. And, my mama. Even though she's developed a penchant for twinsie dressing...
Camo cool? (At least it's not pinafores and headbands.)
Uncle Ozzie showed up bearing gifts. Walter's elephant jammies (my third pair)...
Love 'em. And a gift from Aunt Barbara.
Mmm... wrapping paper...
More importantly, it included one of her trademarks.
Mrs. Monkey.Before returning to the Twin Cities, Ozzie treated me to my first Bushmills.
In a Waterford glass, of course.
