Now those that have known me since MSW know this is my second passion.
My DIL is a supervisor for one of the banks. I called several weeks ago and a voice said, This is the nanny...I thought I had the wrong number, I hung up and called back. It was a girl that works with her. I told her, gave her plenty fair warning, I did...to keep looking over her shoulder.

Today, I called, my DIL did not answer the phone...I called back. I nicely told the lady I needed to speak with Benita, she put me on hold. When that nice sweet lil tiny voice said, 'This is Benita, may I help you.' Bingo!! ah hah...you are now mine...

I said in a voice that any true southern hillbilly redneck would cry and be proud...Iiiii hare u dew babiesitin...(nomam, not me) well I shooo nuff wuz tole thet u wuz th gurrll I sho need be spekin wit.

and again...nomam, the only kids I keep are mine and they are a handful...

I was almost dancin like ole Rupnelstilskin lookin fer that first born, by this time...will I shooo wuz tole you wuz the nanny...(the what) the nanny, u ain't the nanny? (nooo)
I said in my normal voice...then why in a crack in a dinner plate would you answer the phone...THE NANNY!?? She hasn't a clue, but the voice is familar.
I then said remember when I called several weeks ago and you answered...The Nanny? Payback sho is fun ain't it.

She started laughing, but still couldnt figure out who I was...I proceeded to tell 'the nanny' I wanted the name of her supvizr I needed to talk to her. She said the name and then the light bulb came on...

Yep, don't be messin with the too ole to run, can't walk crippled up ole lady...

speaking of ...anybody seen JMiller? Sometimes ya gotta make a laugh when all you can see is the tears...