While Drew took is nap, I tackled my drawing and writing projects. Gramma Rosie said no one in our family had ever been what you would call a "good student," so everyone is putting all of their marbles on me. I wonder what she meant; I haven't seen any marbles anywhere. Anyway, I told Gramma Rosie that Mom wouldn't mind if I wrote out my valentines. Gramma wasn't sure I should be doing them, but since she was busy talking to my Dad, I got started and had the first four done before she realized it and hung up the phone. Craft time was over the top; Drew and I played with the stamps and thought the new ink was awesome. I can't wait to try it again. After dinner, Drew and I wound up our clocks and stated going full force. We trained for a marathon and polished up our circus soleil act. About the time we were getting our second wind, Gramma Rosie and Grampa Jimmy's wind was long gone. They were starting to nod off, so I had to remind them that Drew and I have a curfew. Gramma Rosie's tummy was feeling weird thanks to someone's diary in the pool and she was ready for bed herself. I wanted to tell her she was starting to get lazy, but decided to let it go in hopes of a wild day tomorrow. Who knows what morning will bring.
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