Grandma!

It's my GRANDMA!!! There's no better way to start out the day than with a phone call from Grandma. This was a conversation that we've had many many times before. It begins with a call from my uncle (Dennis), who is driving her to Princeton to get her blood and "peacemaker" as she likes to call it, checked. Upon entering B'ham, they have to pass a bunch of little run down cottages. Uncle Dennis will pop open his phone, dial my number, and hand the phone to Gran. At that point he says, "Hold on," then I can hear him handing the phone to Grandma and he says, "tell her where you are." And she will grab the phone and say, "We're passin the little whore houses!" Then she cracks up. This may not be funny to any of you, but it always makes us laugh. There's just something so hysterical about my 85 year old grandmother thinking of me everytime she passes the "whore houses". LOVE YOU GRANDMA!!! :0)