at my high school graduation party, my grandma was drinking momosas and she wispered in my ear, "we should take some of the painkillers i have in my bag and have a REALLY good time."
my grandmother never leaves her house without red lacquered nails, black leather gloves, and dark aviators. she's allergic to the sun, and plays a mean game of pinochle. she used to make me sun on the porch, naked. once she sprayed whipped cream on my naked body, instead of water from the hose. it sounds worse than it was, i promise.
whenever you say something like "i don't like broccoli" my grandma always said "but it likes you!" is this really annoying voice. she also told stories about how her brother or cousin or nephew or someone needed glasses but he refused to wear them. instead, he are carrots and did eye exercises and when he went back to the doctor he had 20/20 eyesight. she was kinda silly.
there are so many to choose from, and i'm not in a choosing position...but i always loved how no matter how many amazing stories my grandmothers had about their lives (which always seem soo fantastical) they always had just as many stories about you.
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