I heart my Grammy

I love my Grammy. N0t only because she is the coolest person over 75 that I know, but everyone thinks she looks great for being in her 60s (I so hope it's genetic), she attends more happy hours in a week than I do, she has at least one boyfriend at all times, has a gaggle of gay guys she hangs out with, and I am also her favorite (at least in my mind).

I just spent the weekend with my Grammy, who is in town from Palm Springs, CA. She is so hot that although she is in Boston for the week, she could only fit my mom, sister, and me in over the weekend as she was otherwise booked. I wanted to share with you a few of the hillarous things that she said this weekend:

Grammy on the swerving driver on 128 south: "I bet can't stay within the lines of his coloring book either."

Mom to Grammy: "You have nothing in your fridge in the kitchen. Why would you even need a full sized fridge in your garage? Is it even on?"
Grammy: "Yeah, it's plugged in and on."
Mom: "Well, do you even use it?"
Grammy: "Of course I use it, it's for my beer."

Mom: "So I asked your sister to get a bathroom towel for her boyfriend. Then she went over and asked him if he wanted to take a shower. Who cares if he is going to take a shower. Give him a towel anyways."
Grammy: "Yeah, give him a towel. He could want to take a shower. He could need to wash his balls."
Mom/Deb is unison: "Mom/Grammy!"
Grammy: "Come on, after watching one and a half hours of Kathy Griffin, what do you expect?"

I can't wait until she comes back out in August.