Since 2006, my go-to headline for my classified ad for PCAs has been Nanny for Granny. It’s catchy, it’s fun, it rhymes.
These days I can rhyme anytime, but I’m no longer fun. I can only be clever in print, but in person I’ve lost my censor, and I’m told I’m no longer even nice. Ask my PCAs, like sweet, lovable Angelic Franklin who told me “You are in pain every day, Cale. It’s just a hard job.” Continue reading “Nanny for Granny”