Sometimes... or I should say the majority of the time, I just don't know where Granny comes up with her wild ideas. Today while twirling her diamond pendant hanging from a delicate gold chain round her neck that my brother gifted to her, she stops and says to me, "you know, I better talk to your brother about this chain that the jeweler gave him. I do believe he switched the original with this one because it should be much thicker!" I could only laugh to myself and think.... she wishes!
Gran owns a Persian cat, who by the way is spoiled to the core. You know they say like owner like pet. The cats name is Tasha and is an inside cat which of course means she has a litter box. It gets Gran a little upset that we are always ragging on the cat.... litter box's don't exactly give off a pleasant odor. If anyone says anything to her about it she acts as if we are ALL loony because she can't smell a thing...whatever Gran. Some days back, she moved the litter box to the enclosed patio more or less out of the house. This patio being where my son plays.... well he found himself a new sand box to play in. So she called up the "I-HAUL"....and had me move the litter back into her room. Later..., we took a trip to the store and Gran had mysteriously thrown a tall can of Lysol into the shopping cart....coincidence....I don't think so! Now every morning when Gran opens her bedroom door you can hear the exaggerated constant spray of an aerosol can. I have to be careful not to walk past at that time as she might give it to me in the eye. It seems apparent she does it in an overkill manner because of the comments we've made to her about the smell. Well my dork of a brother was just in her room taking in deep breaths of what he told her was a delicious memorable granny smell that he loved....,thanks a lot Bro! She later emerges from her room with a s--t eating grin on her face. UGH! P.S. I know I've been harsh, but today was a real bad day!
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