This is BabyMama's Nana Sophie.
Isn't she adorable? She's 83 years old and a wee little bit senile. Or maybe not. Maybe she's perfectly cognizant and living the kind of old ladyhood that I aspire to. The kind where you say whatever the hell comes to mind.
Example:
Hairdresser: So, Ma'am, what will we be doing for you today? (teasingly) How bout a Mohawk?
Nana Sophie: I already have one. In my pubic hair.
Don't you wish she was YOUR Nana now? I mean how can you not when Thanksgiving conversations includes such nuggets as
"Your Uncle Bruce was conceived in the men's room of Kmart."
or
"Grandpa got crabs when he was in the Army"
I can only hope when I'm that age I'll have the faculties to enjoy the looks on my audiences face.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Where Ouiser Learned It
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3 little kittens say Meow:
Me too, Babe, me too!!!
I've already started saying things that cause everyone in the room to roll their eyes and some one always says, "Oh Lord!"
I can't imagine life being anything but real.
OMG LOVE her. Can you rent her out by the hour? Easter is particularly dismal with my immediate family.
you know I love her already......
my crazy great uncle told me when I was little that you can go to the hardware store, buy a toilet seat, and have two wedding gifts.
A picture frame and a cutting board. They may have known each other.
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