I'd tell you how old she is today, but she'd probably pinch me on the bottom next time she saw me. I don't like to be pinched on the bottom, so I'll move on.
Mimi will probably be embarrassed that I'm writing about her, but she'll get over it.
I adore Mimi. She's the coolest grandmother on the planet. She calls me Bug. She's my partner in crime. She's my travel buddy. She thinks everything I do is just fabulous and lets me know just how fabulous. She calls me every week just to say hey . . . oh yeah, and to check and see if I'm dating anyone lately. If I asked her to walk through fire for me, she would . . . right after she asked, "What the hell for? Bug, you owe me big time." Everybody ought to be so loved, and I feel blessed every day that I am.
Happy birthday, Mimi. I think you're pretty cool.
PS- - -Meems, if you read this and want to know where the title came from, click here. I just made you a little bit cooler. And it's even the (marginally) edited version. You're welcome.