My Grandma is Da Bomb Diggidy
My Grandma turned 91. It seems like only yesterday I was making a post about her turning 90, and me being her favorite granddaughter yatayatayata. Which is all still true of course.
My Grandma has so much sass. Sass looks like ass. Yes, my grandma has so much ass...
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Granny ate fancy food.
Wore red lipstick and hip jewelry, and celebrated being nearly a million years old. Heck, we should have given her a drink. Lord knows she deserves it.
My Grandma bought me a matching orange sweater for her birthday, which only confirms my point that she likes me the most... ..even though it appears as though her face says otherwise.
Sis and I then went to the bar where it was confirmed that yes, I can only take blurry pictures because yes, my camera is that nice. We also confirmed that there is nothing to do in Adrian other than run into people you don't want to see in bars while drankin' a brewsky which only leads to ... awwwwwwkward...ness and run on sentences in livejournal!
P.S. Does anyone want this pooch? The other day, my Dad actually said, "maybe I should just drop him off in a nice neighborhood, and hope that someone takes him in." Because you know, he's smart enough to know that he should sit still and look cute in hopes that some rich folk will pick him up and feed him chocolate.
My Grandma has so much sass. Sass looks like ass. Yes, my grandma has so much ass...
next subject:
Granny ate fancy food.
Wore red lipstick and hip jewelry, and celebrated being nearly a million years old. Heck, we should have given her a drink. Lord knows she deserves it.
My Grandma bought me a matching orange sweater for her birthday, which only confirms my point that she likes me the most... ..even though it appears as though her face says otherwise.
Sis and I then went to the bar where it was confirmed that yes, I can only take blurry pictures because yes, my camera is that nice. We also confirmed that there is nothing to do in Adrian other than run into people you don't want to see in bars while drankin' a brewsky which only leads to ... awwwwwwkward...ness and run on sentences in livejournal!
P.S. Does anyone want this pooch? The other day, my Dad actually said, "maybe I should just drop him off in a nice neighborhood, and hope that someone takes him in." Because you know, he's smart enough to know that he should sit still and look cute in hopes that some rich folk will pick him up and feed him chocolate.