Monday, February 28, 2005


I talked to my gramma for like 2 hours yesterday. It's her birthday tomorrow. She's 60 years and a bit older than me, so she's 87. She's hilarious. She still lives on her farm by herself, and gardens up a storm every summer.

We were talking about this neighbour guy who is 69 and his wife just died in october and he's marrying a 50 year old lady.

M: Does she know next year when she's 51 he'll be 70?

G: I don't know (giggle giggle).

M: You're not planning on getting married any time soon are you Gramma?

G: No... I don't think so. (pause). Not unless I can find a rich one who's going to die the next day so I can have all his money.

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