Chapter 76 - My Great-Grandfather and Sister The same day that the news of Grandfather's and Emma's break-up hit the papers, Grandfather received an anonymous call from the Hart household, asking him to come over. He assumed the call came from Bebe, and reluctantly went over to let her know he wasn't interested in a relationship.
Spoiler alert: The call didn't come from Bebe, and my sister has roped my grandfather into a relationship! Wow. That is so weird.
Nicholas Elysi still has his priorities straight, much to Cleo's relief.
Oh--you'll never guess--Bubba completed his correspondence course and received a degree in Fine Arts! He immediately quit politics and jumped into the music career. One would think that someone like him would aspire to become a rockstar, but Bubba is far more interested in becoming an orchestra conductor.
He's doing his best to encourage the grandparents into healthier pursuits than Bachelorette reruns, namely jamming. Grandmother Serena, Grandfather Nicholas, Grandmother Bree, and Mother actually formed a band,
Eternal Rockstars.
Aunt Rosalia hadn't seen Donte since her birthday. After all, she's old and he's young, and she didn't want to creep him out. We finally convinced her to give him a call, and, of course, Donte didn't even notice that she had aged!
I'm being rapidly promoted in the medical career--perhaps an elevation in the career every day! Of course, with all the overtime I put in to my job, I expected nothing less. My latest uniform is somewhat purple, but I prefer it a little more lilac than pink.
I've even begun to make housecalls on my patients. As you can see, Arlo Bunch's plastic surgery was
not a success.
Not to mention that, in tutoring Bubba in logic, I supermaxed logic as a young adult! Bam. And they say it's difficult!
I took my husband "behind the scenes" to celebrate--whoa, whoa, whoa. Those photographs are private! What? Who took these?
Oh, right . . . I took a page from Grandmother Bree's book and blogged about Woohoo while my husband slept, completely unaware. Somewhat sketchy, but it works.
For Spooky Day, we all packed up and went down to the Autumn Festival!
Grandmothers Serena and Bree, as well as Aunt Rosa, made a beeline for the pie-eating contest, which Aunt Rosa won. She claims that her Plantsim stomach is composed mainly of stretchy, lubricated vegetables and watermelon.
Bree convinced me to pop into the face-painting tent for a little extra coloring!
Juana and I kept our tradition of spending every Spooky Day together, just like when we were teenagers. I congratulated her on the pregnancy and jokingly asked who the father was. Wouldn't it be wonderful if my baby and her baby . . . got together? Of course, there are probably a thousand restrictions against such familial relations, but one can always hope.
Grandfather Nicholas and Mother participated in the apple-bobbing contest, which (to no one's surprise) Mother won.
In Grandfather's defense, he ducked out early to hang out with his girlfriend.
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Bubba, you've been in there for hours! Aren't they done yet?"
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Babe, true works of art require time, energy, and years, if not decades, of perseverance, tenacity, and . . . COWABUNGA!"
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You are ridiculous."
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So, you find me ridiculously handsome?"
After I changed into more suitable clothing, we splashed around in puddles for the remainder of the afternoon, much to our own (and my family's) amusement.
He was (ridiculously) excited by a new interaction that was available to him upon our return. Okay, it
was very sexy, and I found myself squealing like a fangirl.
It's a good thing my husband is wonderfully attentive, because I needed quite a bit of reassurance at my birthday party the next day.
We were so excited to finally be starting our own family, we Woohooed right there in the art studio, with Grandfather Nicholas, Aunt Rosa, and Mother painting and sculpting away.
Just kidding! We made it to the adjoining bathroom.
