Imagine this. 14 hours at home alone with a slightly sane granny and a hankering for a nap. Now imagine this same granny finding a knife and searching the house for some meat to make some soup with. Imagine again as you argue with her nonsense while casually averting any cutting, slicing or swearing. What's next? let's find out.
7 comments:
Oh geez! that is terrifying!
David, You have much more fun memories with Grandma then the rest of us. I used to think that it was sad that you get to remember her this way, but this story definitely beats out and memories I have of her! :)
oh dear, oh dear....
Fun memories? I think not. I'd rather remember her as the lady who called me fat as a child than the one who tries to read messages from her poop.
"Slightly sane"? I fear you do her too well. I love her, but 'sane' might be an overstatement at this point in time.
You make me giggle!!!
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