To grandmother’s house we go
I’m packing up all my stuff at Katie’s and getting ready to go over to Grammie’s. I feel so embarrassed that I haven’t talked to her in forever…I have such terrible social skills.
I just got swept up in the idea of living on my own that I forgot that it was her that was the deciding factor in helping me move. I need to call her.
Man, I am just not looking forward to packing up my computer.
And when I get to Grammie’s there will be no Internet. :(
I would use dial-up, but my computer doesn’t have a modem…I’m going to have to pay my grandma for the Internet that I used all the months I was there…I’m afraid to know how much it racked up to when I didn’t have a job.
Well, I need to call her before I pack everything up.
