Can your Grandma make a mean casserole, play Klondike Rummy, and beat you in Scrabble? Mine can! Grandma Carolyn is one of my best friends. When I get an evening to spare, I usually end up at her house where I know I'll be stuffed with food, my kids will be spoiled rotten, and I will most likely be getting competitive with cards. We are so blessed to live close to Grandma and have a relationship with her.
Tonight we got to treat her to dinner at our house, and it was a very fun change! (For the record, I'm certain that I didn't cheat and make more than one "buy" during the last hand of Klondike Rummy. I think the dealer (ahem, Carolyn) dealt me an extra card. Therefore, I should have won rather than being disqualified. It was dealer error, after all!)