Wednesday, August 12, 2009


GRAMMY: So how’d it go? You gonna live long enough to inherit the little I have left?

ME: It was just a regular check-up, Grammy, and everything looks fine. I just wish I didn’t have to go through those internal exams, though. They’re so invasive.

GRAMMY: Invasive? You don’t know what invasive is. My God, the things they used on us. By the time we got around to giving birth, our netherworld had been stretched like a used balloon. We could have given birth to a whale without any problem at all.

ME: Uhm, Grammy. I think that’s a bit too much information.

GRAMMY: Nonsense. Whoever heard of too much information? Isn’t that what that internet thingy of yours is all about? I’ve been thinking of getting me one of them, those internet thingies.

ME: You mean a computer, Grammy.

GRAMMY: No. I mean an internet. Geez Louise, girl. This is the 21st century. Try to catch up with the lingo.

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I'm Jet . . . said...

Geez Louise, girl! Where did you find that photo?

Barb said...

Go to

Unbelievable what people used to go through.