Ward: “What’s a blog?”
Me: “Well, you just write… about anything you want. People write about traveling, cooking, dating…”
Ward: “So, it’s writing essays for fun?”
Gramma: “In all my life, I have never seen so many fat young people.”
The day I taught her to text, I left her house and got the following a few hours later:
The time I tried to sell a friend on 50 Shades of Grey:
Summer of ’11, Gail and I took the worst vacation of all time. The air conditioner in the car broke as we rolled into New Mexico days before the 4th of July, Gail got strep throat, and my mother was… well, my mother. However, we did leave a basket for the aliens (translate: littered in the desert).