This evening, as the trusty mutt Kilmer and I were taking our daily walk, we went by my friend Jean's house. Her car was in the driveway, so I headed up to the front door to ring the bell.
Two sweet neighbor kids of Jean's came around the corner from the house next door and greeted Kilmer and me ... patting the dog and telling me all about their cousins who were coming to visit for the next four days. As we talked, I rang the doorbell and got no answer ... Jean was not home.
I chatted with the little girl for a few more minutes and I was getting ready to leave, I said to her, "Next time you see Mrs. A, tell her Lisa and Kilmer came by to say hi!"
She said, "I know someone named Lisa." And then she thought for a minute and added, "Well, actually, she's on TV. But she's a regular person, not a grandma like you."
Really? Ah, c'mon. Really?!?
