What happens when your little, not so little, 12 year old grand daughter takes you to the local mini mall? Your wallet bleeds. Grandpa lets get some ice cream. Gramps lets get this and that. Of course everything is priced five hundred percent higher than it should be. We were supposed to be on a bike ride, but the ride ends up at the fribble shops. It could have been worse. Sylvie suggested we buy jewelry for grandma and her mom. Grandpa was ready to give in, but fate stepped in. The ladies credit card machine would not work and Gramps had no cash.
Another trip was to the pool. Grandpa bet Sylvie he could do a back flip. The fat old Grandpa managed it an won the five bucks. Now, another fat guy decided to do a back flip. This guy made Kadizzle look tiny. The guy weighed an easy 450lbs. The diving board seemed like it would break as he walked to the end. Surely the board would break if he bounced. Now with a little jump the planet spun and to the crowds amazement he did it. Grandpa bet Sylvie ten bucks she could not do a 1 1/2 . She almost made it so the prize was hers.
Another day with the Denver gang and tomorrow a long, long drive back to Arizona. Hopefully some progress will be found on the new home.
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