won a Grammy Award! A re-run re-done.
Just when I thought my weird life couldn’t get any weirder, you guessed it, wham out of left field (that would be the North field to us locals) there she was on my porch, gray hair in a bun, little round granny (what else) glasses, gingham dress and apron, a real dyed in the wool blue-haired Grammy. While I appreciate the honor, I really don’t know what I’m going to do with her. The dogs don’t want to share their doghouse with her. Sure, they ate the pork-chop I had tied around her neck, but... Sign in to see full entry.