October 17, 2009

My Grandma is Funny

A few weeks ago, I was at Woodfield with my sister, mom and grandma. We didn't need anything in particular, but it was a good reason to spend the day together.

My grams is a people-watcher. She's could spend the entire day at the mall or airport just watching people walk by. On this day, though, she made a very keen observation.

"Where are all the people my age?" she asked me.

"Dead!" I told her, "Or locked up. We normally don't let your kind out during the day."

We both laughed aloud.

That's one thing I love about my grandma: it's so easy to make her laugh!

Later, we stopped into express so Amy could try on a pair of jeans. After about 30 minutes of browsing the store, my mom and I realized grandma had gone missing. Oh, great! I thought. It's like bringing a toddler to the zoo!

I started calling out her name (not that she can hear me anyway) as I circulated the store, hoping she hadn't wandered out on her own. It's dangerous out there, you know.

And then I found her. Standing frozen in the panty section with a look of horror on her face.

"What's wrong, Grams?" I asked her.

"I just don't understand. What's the point?" she asked, holding up sheer, nude-colored g-string.

"It covers what it needs to cover," I informed her.

"Hardly!" she scoffed. "Why wear anything at all?"

"Not all thongs are like that," I protested, guiding her to a section of non-sheer, non g-string panties.

"Now, those are nice! They'll do their job!" she admired.

Guess what grandma's getting for Christmas this year! :)

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