I love Gran. She is so wonderful. Yesterday, she and I went to Chapters (Canada’s big bookstore here) to spend our respective gift certificates. She’s like the stereotypical lovely little granny everyone hears or reads about or sees on tv: small, wonderful, gentle, calls everyone “dear.” You know the type. You can’t help but love her. On top of that, she loves me, and it’s so wonderful to be close to my fiance’s grandmother.

Anyway, she also has this remarkable sense of humor. Sometimes the things that come out of her mouth is so surprising you don’t have a response. You just laugh your ass off at what she says, instead. Like yesterday, on the car ride to the bookstore, we got into a conversation about nudists in public swimming pools. Don’t ask.
Gran: I don’t see why I have to look at old naked pot bellies when I’m out swimming!
Me: Oh, Gran! *laughs*
Gran: You see, dear, when a person gets married (*turns to me and gives a sweet smile*), they age with their husband or their wife and they get used to the “changes,” so to speak. Over the years, they get used to the wrinkles and the new sags…
Me: *laughs some more*
Gran: … I’m okay with seeing my husband nude, but I’ll be damned if I have to put up with old naked bodies at the swimming pool. When I go out and swim, I don’t want to be looking at gross sagging skins. Most people who want to be nude aren’t very attractive, dear! I don’t want no loose skin slapping me while I swim, either!
Me: Oh, Gran!! HHAHAHahhaaa…
Gran: Well, isn’t it true, dear?

It was classic. I love that woman. She says the craziest things sometimes. You just don’t expect some of those words to come out of an 87-year-old woman!