A Message From Cindy

Now that Grandmother has dismantled the latest robot maid and we can post on the blog again, I wanted to update everyone about my job at the Birch Street Nursing Home. On October 5th, Mrs. Henley got a four of a kind, and then, while she was still celebrating, got a straight flush on the very next hand. And on October 12th, Mr. Tanaka died.

A Message From Grandmother Winsome

Kiddies, thank you so much for all your messages of concern. I was able to read them today after finally getting back online. The reason there have been no posts for the last two weeks is that my latest robot maid had gotten jealous of my computers and phones, and she destroyed all the electronic devices in Winsome Headquarters. It was a shame to have to dismantle another robot maid, but I was able to salvage many of her pieces and I am confident that the next one will work out just fine.

Cindy's Job At The Birch Street Nursing Home

Today I took $820 in cash to the Birch Street Nursing Home to give to Mrs. Lieberman for the jewelry she had me sell to Manny. She was pleased and gave me $20 for my effort. I immediately lost that $20 back to her in the poker game, but I had fun playing.

Grandmother Winsome's Legal Advice

Kiddies, if you live in Florida and have mountains of evidence you wish to dump in the ocean, consider taking advantage of the imminent Category 4 hurricane that's heading your way. There will be few other boats out on the water, and so your activity will likely go unnoticed.

Cindy's Job At The Birch Street Nursing Home

Last week at the Birch Street Nursing Home, Mrs. Lieberman told me she'd have more jewelry for me to sell to Manny. Well, today during a break in the poker game she handed me a jewel-encrusted brooch, a gold money clip, two pairs of sparkly earrings, and six rings. She told me to make sure Manny gives me his best price.

Cindy's Job At The Birch Street Nursing Home

After school on Monday, I took Mrs. Lieberman's gold necklace to the pawn shop, just like she asked me to. But the man there told me I had to be eighteen in order to sell him anything. I was disappointed, but then I remembered about Manny. When I bought fireworks from him this summer, I saw that he also had boxes of jewelry and electronics in his garage. So I went to his house to see if he might be interested in buying the necklace. He told me it was a beautiful piece and offered me $150 for it. I told him that I had to get at least $200, and he said that was fair. Today during my shift at the Birch Street Nursing Home, I gave the money to Mrs. Lieberman, and she was pleased. She slipped me a ten-dollar bill and said she'd have more jewelry for me to sell later.

Grandmother Winsome's Tips For Better Living

Wearing a gi, the traditional karate outfit, along with a black belt, in crowded squares and tourist spots will help deter pickpockets from bothering you.

Cindy's Job At The Birch Street Nursing Home

Today at the Birch Street Nursing Home, Mrs. Lieberman pulled me aside and handed me a beautiful gold necklace that I'd never seen her wear. She asked me if I would take it to the pawn shop next week, but told me not to sell it unless I am offered at least two hundred dollars. I promised her I would go right after school on Monday.

Spread The Word

Help spread the word, Kiddies! In your answering machine message, state that you are busy checking the Grandmother's Fanny Game blog for updates and will return all calls once you're done.

Cindy's Job At The Birch Street Nursing Home

Today while we were playing poker at the Birch Street Nursing Home, there was a knock at the door. Mrs. Lieberman froze for a moment, and glanced at the other players, all of them wearing their new hats. But when I answered the door, it was a young man running for city council. He wanted to come in and talk to the patients about the issues that matter most to them. Mrs. Lieberman seemed relieved, and even invited him to sit at the poker table. Mrs. Henley asked the young man his position on cookies versus pastries, and Mrs. Kunkle asked if he would hire someone to mow the lawn and clean the litter from the Birch Street Cemetery across the street. Mrs. Lieberman asked him his position on crime, and when the man promised to clean up the area of all criminals, she stopped smiling and told him it was time for him to go.