On the Twenty-Eighth Day of Christ*&^%$

On the Twenty-Eighth Day of Christ*&^%$, TiZ reveals to you...

28 more things about NanaPop.

I think they were happier as grandparents.

When my nephew was born, they became one entity, "NanaPop," to us all.

They were adamant about stories being told properly and would correct each other in public.

It could get bloody.

They did not go to sleep without discussing bad feelings.

My father used a flashlight to dress early in the morning so he wouldn't awaken my mother.

He liked to get up at 5 am.

She did not.

He fancied himself a plumber. He was not.

He wore a pair of shoes for thirty years. Just got them re-soled. They were exquisite.

He is the Patron Saint of foot care...his were always baby soft.

My mother's feet looked like they had gone through a blender...try though she did.

Nana got her hair done every two weeks for most of her life.

My father used olive oil as a conditioner.

I can count on my fingers the number of nights they slept apart (other than hospital stays) during their 55 years of marriage.

Most of their married life was spent in a full-size bed. I thought it was HUUUUUUUUUGE.

My father knew where the second Pentagon was.

My mother knew where everything else was.

My father saved every piece of paper.

My mother saved everything else.

My father was IN the first computer (like a huge warehouse). He later marveled that it all fit into an iPod.

My mother was a computer.

My mother had GLORIOUS skin.

My father, who was prejudiced about people who had skin problems, later developed a condition.

They both looked much younger than they were.

They both had open heart surgery.

They both lost both their parents by the time they were 45.

They both loved us all wicked hard.