I feel like a blog-hog, but I think I will blame that on Grandma Polly. So, I went to my friends house for dinner last night. Left Polly alone for two hours. This is what I came home to:
She had put on her Sunday best over her clothes. Notice the rolled up jeans.
She had also take most of the stuff off her bookshelf, and placed it on her bed. She frequently "hides" stuff...in her drawers, under her dresser, in her closet...I get the feeling she does not trust me? I think she was in the process of hiding all this stuff?! Good times.
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