Why LucyJane? Well, our grandmother (not Joy with the teeth) gave us nicknames when we were young 'uns. Hers was LucyJane. Isn't that cute? My sister hated it. But, wait til you hear mine. Jabber Jabber Jones. Ok. I have always liked to talk! My own grandmother called me on it!
LucyJane has just got to be my best friend in the whole wide world. We crack each other up. We have the same mannerisms, sense of humor, parents. We are a force to be reckoned with.
Last week, she sat at my computer to read my blog and said "You haven't mentioned me yet." Well, I had, but she is not a regular reader.
Here is a little something she forwarded to me not long ago.
your midnight companion, someone
who knows when you are smiling, even in
the dark. She is your teacher, your defense
attorney, your personal press agent, even your
shrink. Some days, she's the reason you wish
you were an only child."
I'm sure you'll hear more about her in future posts. Indeed, you could say she has been my inspiration my whole life! After all, I am younger. he he he