I am not a great writer, but a good story teller or story passer 
(He’s talking about my 95 yr old gram that lives with them)
It sure is fun having Mom around.
Tonight we were eating dinner (it was a pot roast with carrots, red potatoes, mushrooms, and turnips) and Mom says, “I can’t remember the last time I had turnips”.
I said, “ oh it couldn’t have been that long ago”.
And she says I bet it’s been 10 years and
I said, “I don’t think so”.
And she gets kind of mad and said, “ how would you know what I been eating?”
And I said, “ It’s leftovers, you ate two helpings yesterday!”
We all had a good laugh. Don’t tell her I sent this. She can still whip me.
