They stayed a LOT longer than I thought they would, and it was really fun. The mama was totally zonked from the day before, and oldest neph cuddled her for two hours while she dozed and we all chatted.
Then came the part that mrguy likens to trying to get a cat out of the carrier at the vet -- it was time to take her home. We waited until halftime (she is a huuuuge basketball fan) and tried to dash. But she wanted to make every excuse to stay. "Who's going to clean that up?" she exclaimed, pointing to the coffee cups and plates. Then there was the trip to the bathroom (what takes her so long?) and finally the trip home.
Once we got there, she was agitated because she couldn't hear well. Then I changed her hearing aid batteries and she screamed at me because it was too loud, and she was worried that they'd confiscate her television because everybody down the street could hear. Let us leave all the other unpleasantness aside and praise Mary Berry and the Downton Abbey movie, which eventually settled her down completely.
Please remember to support your local public broadcasting station.
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