I don't know what's going on with me lately, but come Uterine Explosion Day, I'm an emotional mess. This is a new, not-so-welcome change. I suspect it has to do with me getting old.
Anyway, last week while we were buying breakfast, the cashier taking care of Mez reminded me so much of Grandma Mary that I got all teary-eyed. Damn you, Uterine Explosion Day! You know, we were so blessed to have Grandma in our family and she lived an amazing life, but sometimes I miss her so much it's like I've been gut-punched.
I managed to get myself under control without spilling any actual tears and sat down to eat breakfast.
One of the best things about SHOT Show is how friendly all of the people are. Truly, there's not a single stranger among the 62,000 attendees - everyone is that friendly. So, of course, a couple of older gentlemen sat down at the table next to us, noticed our credentials and struck up a conversation.
We had a wonderful time talking to them - they live in Colorado, too - and as we cleaned up to head over to the show, I got all teary-eyed again. This time because I miss Grandpa Moe. Double damn you, Uterine Explosion Day!
Grandpa Moe died long before I started blogging, but I still miss him horribly. He gave all of us granddaughters theme songs and would sing them to us all the time. Mine was "Chantilly Lace", Ashinator's was "Pretty woman". He used to call Grandma "Doll" right up until the day he died.
Grandma and Grandpa could cut a rug like no one's business and some of my fondest memories are of them dancing together.
All I can say is Thank God that today isn't Uterine Explosion Day or I wouldn't have been able to make it through this post.
But, Grandma and Papa, I miss you still.