ME: Grammy, don’t you think you’ve put enough salt on those French fries?
GRAMMY: Gee, Barbara, I don’t know. I’m such an idiot, I can’t tell. (sprinkles more salt)
ME: I’m only mentioning it because it’s bad for you.
GRAMMY: You’re only mentioning it because you’re not happy unless you’re sticking your nose in someone else’s business.
ME: That’s not true, Grammy. Too much salt will give you high blood pressure. It’s common knowledge.
GRAMMY: Yeah. Common knowledge for the common folk. I happen to know how to think for myself. And I think since I’ve made it to a hundred and you haven’t, you should mind your own damn business.
JULIUS: What’s a French fry?
GRAMMY: Oh Lord. Look at that Barbara. The boy lives in the United States of America and doesn’t know what a French fry is. It’s a potato, Julius. Here. Have one.
ME: (taking fry from Julius) Don’t eat it Julius. It’s full of grease and salt.
GRAMMY: Yeah, and you certainly wouldn’t want to eat that when you can have a nice bowl of leafy greens covered in poison pesticide dressing.
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4 comments:
I guess Grammy doesn't watch the Dr. Oz Show, right, Barb?
I guess you be singn the french fry blues . . .
Grammy hates people telling her what to do. That's her job. Grammy would tell Dr. Oz what to do with his advice.
Something like a colonoscopy?
J
Ha!!
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