Abby Normal

Just in time for Halloween please see our science projects. Fetal pigs? Brains in a bottle? Pretty much looks like it. Lately we've thought that it was cool enough to pressure can a batch of something a couple of times a week. As I cut up the chicken, I thought how this was just like cutting through flesh. The scissors made the same neat sound as when I cut through my own hand. I am thinking of going back to school. I'm wondering what the chances are that I could become a hand surgeon.
A brain surgeon?
Maybe I should become an architect. Wait, I just provided the box and the girls pretty much did the architectual design work. This is a very cool house though, they even decorated the inside and made a decorative walk up to it.

Or should I become a school teacher? Is it normal to be wondering about this at this age ? What am I going to be when I grow up? Grow up? That might be a key phrase.Here's the man who allows me to have so much fun being a grandma and playing at all of these fun pastimes. He is the one who doesn't call me Abby Normal (out loud).
If I were a brain surgeon, an architect, or a school teacher I might miss out on times like these. I wouldn't care if my brains were in the bottle labeled A B-normal.