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Grandma's Kitchen
~ I Don't Wanna ~
I don't wanna do the dishes, I don't wanna do the wash.
I sprinkled clothes a week ago and now my iron is lost.

I don't wanna rattle pots. I don't wanna rattle pans.
I see the mail light flashin'....I wanna chat with friends.

The table needs some dusting and the floor could sure be mopped.
But I know if I get started there'll be no place to stop.

The closets are so full things are falling off the shelves.
I wish for cleaning fairies and magic little elves.

They could sprinkle fairy dust and twitch their little nose.
The windows would be sparkling, I would have no dirty clothes.

Oh, I know that I'm just dreaming, my head is in the sky.
I must cook that meat in the frig and bake that apple pie.

The hubby needs a bath. The dog needs attention.
Oh...the other way around I mean, my brain is in suspension.

I am runnin' round in circles.  I am getting nothing done.
I keep thinking of the internet....I am missing all the fun!

Well, I know I'm not addicted, though I hear that all the time.
But I guess this stuff can wait on me, 'cause today I'll be ONLINE !!

Author Unknown
 For All Us Gal's
Grandma's Off Her Rocker
When I was in my younger days,
I weighed a few pounds less,
I needn't hold my tummy in
To wear a belted dress.

But now that I am older,
I've set my body free,
There's comfort of elastic
Where once my waist would be.

Inventor of those high-heeled shoes
My feet have not forgiven,
I have to wear a nine now,
But used to wear a seven.

And how about those pantyhose
They're sized by weight, you see,
So how come when I put them on
The crotch is at my knees?

I need to wear these glasses
As the prints were getting smaller,
And it wasn't very long ago
I know that I was taller.

Though my hair has turned to grey
And my skin no longer fits,
On the inside, I'm the same old me,
Just the outside's changed a bit.

Author Unknown
In the dim and distant past,
When life's tempo wasn't fast,
Grandma used to rock and knit,
Crochet, tat and baby sit.

When we were in a jam,
We could always count on gram.
In the age of gracious living,
Grandma's life was one of giving.

BUT TODAY....

Now grandma's at the gym,
Exercising to keep slim,
She's off touring with the bunch,
Or taking all her friends to lunch.

Driving north to fish or hike,
Taking time to ride her bike.
Nothing seems to block or stop her,
Now that grandma's off her rocker.

Author Unknown
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