i have, a couple times, had to step up to the alcohol challenge to keep my father from having it all. one of these times was in paris involving a very excellent wine, but it did make my role as translator/guide a little more interesting on the way home.
my grandmother lied about a fart once. she needed help getting out of the couch, so there is was. and i was the only one (herself excluded) who could have known that she had farted, but my god, did i know. i bit my lip, said nothing. emmett, however, soon smelled it and accused michael. and granny, seeing an out, jumped on board. i was shocked. and poor michael had no recourse because he's a teenage boy and had recently farted since he farts all the time with little regard for anything or anyone. true story.
im going to need to make a lot of money in my working life because whoever takes care of me in my later years is going to deserve most of it.
i think you need to make more semi-drunken entries from your grandparents', because this was hilarious.
there is something extremely pleasant about my grandma's house. it's comfortable there. the textiles are perfectly worn. the dishes are nice but not so nice i'm worried about breaking them. the conversation is predictable. but there are weird things, too. her number one color scheme is white and gold, but the bathroom is always done in pink. the collection of state bird statuettes in its lit glass case is, quite frankly, a little unsettling even at the best of times. summary: old people are cool, but also weird. let's be more cool than weird, k?
I think part of being old is having an extraordinary amount of creepy and/or tacky things in curio cabinets. my oma manages to collect illegal things (like ivory) and put them in full display. my grandmother has an affinity for frogs. after a lifetime of staring into porcelain figurines eyes and eventually coming to the conclusion that they do come alive at night, i've decided that i never EVER want to have a curio cabinet or any other sort of display with porcelain figurines. i'm going for a really well stocked library with pretty books and antique manuscripts. like in beauty and the beast. toned down a bit, but that's the general idea.
omg, YES. there is something wonderfully soothing about staring at shelves and shelves of books. we will capture this sensation and inculcate our descendants into the club of cool people who love reading!
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my grandmother lied about a fart once. she needed help getting out of the couch, so there is was. and i was the only one (herself excluded) who could have known that she had farted, but my god, did i know. i bit my lip, said nothing. emmett, however, soon smelled it and accused michael. and granny, seeing an out, jumped on board. i was shocked.
and poor michael had no recourse because he's a teenage boy and had recently farted since he farts all the time with little regard for anything or anyone. true story.
im going to need to make a lot of money in my working life because whoever takes care of me in my later years is going to deserve most of it.
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there is something extremely pleasant about my grandma's house. it's comfortable there. the textiles are perfectly worn. the dishes are nice but not so nice i'm worried about breaking them. the conversation is predictable.
but there are weird things, too. her number one color scheme is white and gold, but the bathroom is always done in pink. the collection of state bird statuettes in its lit glass case is, quite frankly, a little unsettling even at the best of times.
summary: old people are cool, but also weird. let's be more cool than weird, k?
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