Company.

My grandparents had friends over last night, which was why we had a roast (the carrots tasted especially nice, if I do say myself.) It was okay -- I mean, they were a nice couple. But come on -- they were old. And okay -- so are my grandparents. And oka-- ...I'll stop with that.

But they didn't stop talking to ME! I mean, it was just like the other day, with Shan and Clarise (Who, by the way -- just started her own blog! I don't have the address, but I asked Shan to ask Clarise...) It was like, they walk in the door and then this fat lady came and gave me this big hug. I could smell her perfume, and it didn't smell bad -- she just had waaay too much on. I must admit, with my impulse deodorant, I tend to put waay to much on as well =P

But who asked me?

After this lovely (*blech*) introduction, her husband, who introduced himself as Harry, shook my hand. Ahh. What a much better approach. I'd have to talk to Nana about her friends displays of emotion...on second thought, Nana was a lot like that t00, like at the airport...NO, we are related. She and popa are allowed to hug me -- even if we don't know eachother that well!


Anyway, back to the meal. We all sit down, and Nana brings out the roast, and the fat lady goes
"Eeeek! What's that on the potato?!" The adults all look confused, but I know what she's talking about. You know how chef's, like on that TV show Master Chef, always make their food look more proffesional by putting mixed herbs and stuff on them? Yeah, well I suggested that, and Popa agreed -- so we put it on. And, if I do say so myself, it looked awesome! Nana agreed, when we showed her when it was all ready. But apparently this woman did not -- which, I was knew, was not my problem! Or maybe it was -- "Child, what is this INSTANCE on the potato?" she demanded.

Uhh, instance? I had noo idea what she was talking about, so I said nothing. "I SAID--"
her husband Harry (Haha, Her Husband Harry) cut her off. "I say we say Grace, and enjoy this lovely meal". Good idea. Who was going to say Grace? I'd been hearing it ever since I got here, but did not want to say it myself, especially in front of the fat woman!

Popa offered to say it, and we all closed our eyes. " Dear Lord, we just thank You for this beautiful roast on the table -- and the Chef's that prepared it." I opened one of my eyes then, and pop winked at me. I couldn't help smiling. Then we both closed our eyes, and he went on, "And thank You also that we could have Harry and Mindy here with us. Amen".

We opened our eyes, and Mindy purposely took a portion of everything but the potatoes. WELL -- if you ask me, she was acting like a stubborn little child! Okay, I thought -- two could play this game. So, I took about 5 potatoes. Then a little meat and veggies. And I started to eat -- oops, forgot the gravy!

And then they just spent the entire meal asking me about what it was like living in the city, and why on earth would I want to move here. I answered simply "Because."

Then I commented how lovely the potatoes tasted. Mindy snorted. Her husband looked astounded at her behaviour, and I didn't blame him. And then it was time for desert. I was tempted -- VERY tempted -- to sneak into the kitchen and put mixed herbs over the apple pie Nana had made, but I didn't. I was a good little girl =)

Ohh, and this little girl has to get off the laptop. Nana wants to take me to the market...just kidding. Ohh, wait -- that was a little pig, wasn't it? My bad. Maybe Nana should take Mindy, instead...sorry, I had to say that. =P

Luv,Livii