My Jadji (Polish for grandfather) was dying in a hospital bed in one of the bedrooms at my grandparents house. One of those old hospital beds with the handles on the bottom in front of the bed to raise the upper body, feet, etc.
Picture my folks and my grandmother walking in to find 4 year old girly, sitting on the floor in front of the bed, trying with all her might to turn those darn handles every which way. Couldn't turn them at all, but the knobs on the end kept spinning all the way around, so that was amusing me.
I was swooped up off the floor so darn fast!
I hung out with Cheyenne Jackson in his dressing room waayyyyyy before he tickled D2. "unleash the girly"Our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch.
Puppies are babies in fur coats.
Tinfoil...The Terrorizing Terminator