Tuesday of vacation week is kind of a blur. I think it involved rice pudding. And Sigourney being sick. And fear of cats. Maybe a Columbo or two.
Dad and I went to a live performance of the musical Sweeney Todd. It was fantastic. However, later that evening, it led to the following conversation.
Erma drew a lot of pictures of her grandfather at the computer, because every night she stared at him while he surfed.