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Have you ever been on the computer and then realized you were making the goofiest face ever? I just did.
Also, my family is helping my grandparents get rid of a lot of garbage, and I learned that my grandmother was a total badass back in the day. Apparently, she had a billion boyfriends and was even engaged to another man when she was dating my grandfather. In her calendar, she'd have lunch with my grandfather, dinner with her fiancé, then go to a show with my grandfather again. How hardcore is that for the 40s? Also, she apparently took "scandalous" photos with her college roommate of them in slips, trying to be seductive. I know they don't look like Vargas girls, probably, but isn't that amazing? I always thought my grandmother was this sweet little Tennessee girl, but one never knows. I mean, there's always the story of how my grandparents met, which I love. My grandmother walked into the library and asked my grandfather, who was at the reference desk, where she could find "The Bower of Bliss" (which, as you all know, is a poem by Edmund Spencer). He gave her his room number. How scandalous is that? Today I'd smack a guy for saying that! Actually, I probably wouldn't, because that is a damn witty and cheeky response.
I am glad I get to hear all these stories, though. I think they're so wonderful, and if I ever get ahold of the pictures, I'll scan them in so you can all ooh and aah over my 82 year old grandmother.
Also, my family is helping my grandparents get rid of a lot of garbage, and I learned that my grandmother was a total badass back in the day. Apparently, she had a billion boyfriends and was even engaged to another man when she was dating my grandfather. In her calendar, she'd have lunch with my grandfather, dinner with her fiancé, then go to a show with my grandfather again. How hardcore is that for the 40s? Also, she apparently took "scandalous" photos with her college roommate of them in slips, trying to be seductive. I know they don't look like Vargas girls, probably, but isn't that amazing? I always thought my grandmother was this sweet little Tennessee girl, but one never knows. I mean, there's always the story of how my grandparents met, which I love. My grandmother walked into the library and asked my grandfather, who was at the reference desk, where she could find "The Bower of Bliss" (which, as you all know, is a poem by Edmund Spencer). He gave her his room number. How scandalous is that? Today I'd smack a guy for saying that! Actually, I probably wouldn't, because that is a damn witty and cheeky response.
I am glad I get to hear all these stories, though. I think they're so wonderful, and if I ever get ahold of the pictures, I'll scan them in so you can all ooh and aah over my 82 year old grandmother.