My grandmother had quite both the sense of humour and nerves of steel, not to mention her tenacity. Another story that my grandmother remembered and wrote out. My sides still hurt from reading it.
My daughter came by yesterday. She took me to lunch, then to get my hair and nails done. I knew that I was being buttered up for something. She doesn’t come often, let alone take me out for lunch or spend that kind of time with me. Her life is usually “busy”. Her world is “busy”. Worst of all, she was sweeter than a chocolate bar with caramel dripping from its middle. That’s when I know that something is coming and it did.
At the end of all of her greasing me up, she lowered the boom. Luckily, I’d gotten a heads-up from my granddaughter to what she was up to so, I played along. At least I got my hair and nails done and a fancy, expensive lunch out of it first.
When she finally got me back home, she came in, sat down and started clearing her throat. Of course…
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