My brother, David, stayed with Mama last weekend so I could have a much-needed break. Bless you, David!

Mama called my cell phone a few times and tried to "order" me home. I felt a little guilty for about 30 seconds, and then went on with my visit.

When I walked in the door at the house, David told me to sit down so he could update me on the wonderful time he had with Mama. He said Mama wouldn't take her Saturday night bath. He figures she was confused about what day it was. So guess she will have to call her "Stinky" this week. I might be able to talk her into bathing tonight, but she can be pretty stubborn.

He said Sunday morning he woke up around 8:45. Mama was still sleeping away--wish she would sleep late on MY weekends, but no she is up at the crack of dawn! Anyway, he had to rush her so she would be ready for Sunday School. She did not understand where they were going. When they got to the church, she didn't recognize it. David had planned to drop her off and go visit with some friend, but he had to walk her into the church. Then he skipped out. He said she was upset about not having her cookies, but church went okay. Our preacher is on vacation so our lay leader gave the sermon.

He took Mama to Golden Corral for lunch. The waitress guided them to the table where Mama and I usually sit--she gets confused if we move to another part of the restaurant. They filled their plates from the buffet and began to eat. Toward the end of the meal, Mama told David that she needed "one of those things". He tried to figure out what she wanted. He picked up everything on the table; she didn't want any of those things. The waitress tried to figure it out. Evidently she was new so had no clue. Mama opened her purse and started dumping in her food. Eureka! She wanted a "To go" box! David said he tried to get her plate away from her. I commented with a chuckle, "She is pretty strong, isn't she?" He said he couldn't wrestle it away from her. It wouldn't have been so bad except she had put butter on top of butter on her rice or whatever, and she was not satisfied until she had every last morsel off the plate and into her purse. He told me it was my job to clean out her purse. I was laughing so hard I was about in tears.

I snuck her purse out of her room, but it didn't have much food in it. I took everything out and cleaned the yuck up as well as I could--will go shopping for a new purse soon. I couldn't figure out what happened to the food until I opened the refrigerator. She had scooped out the gunk and dumped it on one of the shelves. Bandit, my dog, got a treat with his supper. Can't wait until she figures out it is gone. Hope it is while I am here at work.

She fills her plate and one for Penny the night before. Then she puts another plate on top as a cover and stacks them in the fridge. This morning I opened the door to the refrigerator, and her plate clattered out on the floor. I quickly swept it up, and left a note for Penny to sneak in and fix her a new plate since I was running late for my morning duty at work.

My students are supposed to be typing up fairy tales. They are doing more talking than typing so guess I had better stop and fuss at them.

Until next time, hugs.