Grannies from hell join together! I’m quite sure that y’all have seen the t-shirts that the kids wear from their Grannies who bought them during the toddler’s years. “You better be nice to me because I have a crazy Grandma and I’m not afraid to tell her.” Well, the crazy Grannie days continue. We just get crazier with time. When she is a teenager, we want to go out and rips the boy’s heart out, just like he did hers. Right out of his chest. Then there’s the husband that doesn’t treat her right. She loves him so you can’t be openly hateful to him. But you can spill the gravy bowl in his lap during the holidays. Oh and be so very, very sorry.
But I know I can’t get to do all that. I love my granddaughter so much. I can’t wait for the day, in the future, when she hands me her baby. But, just picture the scene. The long table is set with china, sliver and candles. The roasted turkey is taking center place in front of Grandpa on the table. Everyone is seated and here comes Grandmother, carrying the boat of gravy to the table when she slips just a bit. HAHAHAhahaha. The crazy Grandma tricks again.