I'm most thankful for cigarettes, my older sister, and rum.
I knew it would fucking happen. I was tricked, though. I thought I'd have to suffer the awful questions before or during dinner. No, no, no, grandma is getting tricky in her old age. As soon as everyone had headed to the living room to watch the That 70s Show marathon, say asked away. "Does Michael already have a new girlfriend?" Asked with an evil grin. No. He does not. "Well, do you ever see him?" This was when the rum and Diet Coke came out and the questions stopped abruptly. I'm the least favorite grandchild. I know it. That grin said she hates me.