Well okay, this isn’t exactly Bel Aire, and my granddaughter isn’t a rapper. She is in fact a very soft-spoken, polite to extremes, adorable six-year-old. G snapped a few bazillion photos of her, of which (hopefully) a few will be making their way to my blog in the near future. She went home this afternoon,…
Perfecting the Art of Insanity, One Day at a Time
