It's a bird! It's a plane!
It's... Super Mamie!
I nearly stepped in a pile of cadeau de caniche on my way to work the other morning when my wandering eyes settled on a poster advertising the upcoming grandma pageant. "Work can wait," I thought to myself while booting up my ordi, immediately embarking on a net search of this intriguing concours.
Two minutes later, crestfallen, I announced to my colleague that the Super Mamie of 2007 would take place on Sunday, February 25.
Zounds! Yet another drawback to living thousands of miles away from your family. How on earth would I manage to get Nana to Paris on time to rehearse a talent routine, fit her for a sequin-bedazzled evening gown, and prepare a speech about whirled peas?!
I nearly stepped in a pile of cadeau de caniche on my way to work the other morning when my wandering eyes settled on a poster advertising the upcoming grandma pageant. "Work can wait," I thought to myself while booting up my ordi, immediately embarking on a net search of this intriguing concours.
Two minutes later, crestfallen, I announced to my colleague that the Super Mamie of 2007 would take place on Sunday, February 25.
Zounds! Yet another drawback to living thousands of miles away from your family. How on earth would I manage to get Nana to Paris on time to rehearse a talent routine, fit her for a sequin-bedazzled evening gown, and prepare a speech about whirled peas?!
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