Mother's Day Memories

I love my grandma.

Like most 84-year-olds, she has no filter and its awesome.

Yesterday, during a nice, family Mother's-Day lunch, I turend to her and said, "Grandma, I still sleep with the baby blanket you made for me every night."

(Yeah, I know it's lame that I'm still sleeping with a baby blanket, but I need something cuddle with, dammit! I also thought my grandma would appreciate the fact that her sewing skills have been put to good use for the past 25 years .)

Turns out, that statement had no such sentimental value for my grandma. I'm pretty sure she, like most people, thought it was pathetic.

After laughing hysterically, she said, "At least it's not a boy."

Oh, grandma, if you only knew...

When a boy actually spends the night, he spoons on one side of me and the blanket takes the other. Or, if it's a really good night, the blanket gets tossed on the floor. Whoop whoop.