when the cat's away

my Nanny will play

Now that my Nanny’s ninety two, she’ll quickly remind you that she doesn’t drive anymore. The result? Another ‘responsible person’ takes her grocery shopping.

Typically this is my aunt or uncle.

They have been away.

My youngest cousin, Skippy was left to care for her while they were gone.

Skippy took her grocery shopping.

The first item in her cart?

Gumdrop cake.

After that?

The biggest box of cookies she could find.

Oh all these sweets. I shouldn’t be eating them…

Skippy didn’t object, nor did he suggest she buy lettuce.

Shopping with my cousin, my Nanny filled her cart with sugary delights.

Sure, she pretended that the cookies were for guests.

And by the time she made it home, half a box of Pirate cookies had disappeared.

I remember before my other Nanny passed, she mostly existed on Ginger ale.

Me?

If I’m so lucky, my plan is to eat nothing but wine gums.

I figure if you live to be ninety, you’re entitled to all the sweetness available to you.

And if it kills you?

Death by candy doesn’t seem too ba…