Last night had the “You’ll-find-the-right-man- soon” talk with my client again.
I got her laughing when I told her that she failed me as a client.
She was supposed to have a single hardworking grandson that was at maximum 8 years older than me. Not a married 45ish with 2 teens.
She was still giggling when I said goodnight, & asked her “Why do think I’m a caregiver? I’m trolling for grandsons!”