Sunday, April 15, 2012

Letters From Grandma

Then almost like a bolt of lighting, I realized why the jacket in the backseat looked familiar: it wasn't my grandsons, I has seen our town Mayor wearing it! I also recalled seeing him in the post office that morning. Bingo! Now I knew who's car I had stolen!

You can read the rest of the tale of how Grandma accidentally stole the mayor's car here.

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