LIVE FROM NEW MILFORD, IT'S SATURDAY NIGHT!

.....Hosted by Geeg and Pop, with special guests, Miles and Landon. We were babysitting and we had big plans. (No, Mema, I was not planning on grilling Gee.)

Take out food, a movie, and a sleepover. That was the plan.

Landon was up for it; Miles, not so much. He hasn't been feelng well. Still, we gave it a shot. Chinese food was naturally a hit with Landon. Miles, not so much. Landon munched on sweet and sour chicken with white rice, including seconds. Miles picked; he really only wanted cookies with paper in them, and a piece of birthday cake.

We got "Horton Hears a Who" for our after dinner entertainment; rented it the very first day it was available. This was gonna be big! Landon was into it. Miles, not so much. He wanted to watch "Sesame Street Christmas" (available any old time from the library) instead. Or, maybe we could play race cars.

Geeg pulled out our sofa bed and settled in to watch Horton. We all did for a while, but Miles soon opted out. He and I headed to my room to watch Sesame Street. Landon gleefully bounced from one room to another.

Miles gave Horton another chance, but the confusing plot was lost to him, having misssed the crucial opening segments. (What's a who? Who lives on a speck?)

So, he and I played race cars for a while.

Time for bed. Like Goldilocks, there were some difficult decisions to make. We tried the pull out couch. Too soft.

We tried Geeg and Pop's bed. Too high.

The boys preferred the comfort of their own beds.

Fine. Geeg put Landon in his crib. I climbed into bed with Miles for a while. (He still wasn't feeling well.)

Saturday night with Geeg and Pop was kind of a bust, but then it happened.....

"Pop," Miles whispered angelically.

"What Buddy?" I asked, my ears dancing to the melodic tone of his voice.

"How 'bout some music?"

"Sure," I said, and turned on his CD player.

After just a few moments, again Miles said "Pop?" (My ears were still dancing.)

"What Buddy?"

Sweet and soft, he said "you're hurting me."

I'm pretty sure he wasn't talking about an emotional hurt; it's okay for me to sleep with my grandson, right?

I guess my massive bulk was pressuring his frail, but masculine body.

"Sorry Miles. Sweet dreams." I'm outta here.

And so it goes............

Hey, let's play good news, bad news.

First the bad news - Giants lost to the Cowboys last night.

Good news - I'm not complaining about it at the water cooler at work this morning!

More good news - Kudos to Geeg for walking the walk; volunteering at the local homeless shelter last night.

Better news - She didn't have to stay; no homeless women in New Milford last night. I hate to sleep alone and, as you know, it's always all about me.