Last night I went to my grandparents' Sunday school social.
I embarrassed myself by eating way too much Blue Bell - can you really blame me?
The hosts also had the cutest, fattest ceramic little porcupine I've ever seen. Some day I will have one in my garden.
The funniest thing I overheard all night-
"Only two things wrong with that man. One, he smokes. Two, he's a democrat."
Am I weird for enjoying hanging out with my grandparents and their old friends?