For reasons that are none of your beeswax, I decided not to blog about Grammy anymore. But then she just kept being the Grammy-est and I tried and tried, but I’m powerless to resist. I’m so weak, so very very weak.
Mom Contrary: Girl never finished her soda, she won’t drink what she calls “the butt”.
Me: It IS the butt. By the time you get to it, it’s all flat and backwashy.
Grammy: Oh, I get why Girl doesn’t drink the bottom of the soda.
Me: You do…..??
Grammy: YEAH! There may be a roach at the bottom of it.
Me and Mom: WHAAAAA????????????
Me: Yeah, that’s not at all why I don’t drink the butt of a soda.
Grammy: No joke, there could be a roach at the bottom of it.
Me: Why do you think that?
Grammy: I read it in the paper before.
Me: When? What paper? What were the details?
Grammy: Oh, honey, I don’t remember that. But, it’s why I always pour my soda in a glass, that way, you’ll know if there was a roach in there or not.
Me: Just keeping doing you, Grammy. Keep doing you.