Saturday, September 27, 2003
Last night, we had a barbecue in our backyard for Grandpa Sandberg's 84th birthday. Grandma looked like death warmed over. I don't think she will last much longer. Mom and I went to the Relief Society's Super Saturday, where we painted a snowman, a witch's had and learned how to make handdipped chocolates. We went to Hard Rock Cafe for dinner. Then we went to Sears and Dad bought Mom a sewing machine.