“The girls weren’t as excited about the slippers as I thought they’d be,” I’m talking the moccasins I bought our daughters-in-law for Christmas. “Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose.”
“But the boys sure were pretty tickled about theirs.”
“Yeah,” it’s true, they were. I should be thinking about that. “Well, we have a pretty good relationship with them and that’s the most important thing.”
I’m thinking of the drama my friend is going through with her son and daughter-in-law who refused to spend Christmas with them.
“As long as I keep my mouth shut. That seems to be the secret,” I say, looking over at Denny.
“You do that.” Denny peers at me through his glasses with just a hint of a smile. “We told them all those years what they needed to know. Believe you me, our opinions haven’t changed that much. If they haven’t heard it by now they’re not going to hear it,” Denny laughs at his profound observation.
I grin, a little, but I don’t think it’s as funny as Denny.
It’s not that easy, keeping my mouth shut.
a happy life 