She just turned 89 two days ago. This photo is from her 80th birthday party a.k.a. the last time I wore a blouse to please my mother. I’m sure I was sweltering in the late July heat, here. Ugh! Look at those neutrals! What was I thinking?!? Just looking at the way my hair and outfit are styled (conservatively?) you can tell how much I love my Grandma.
Here’s the funny thing about this picture: I had gotten myself all dolled up and respectable for Grandma. Just when my mom was about to press the shutter on this photograph of cross-generational commemoration, my awesome Grandma (on the right) whispered in my ear, “smile and think about sex.” WHAT! Completely blowing my cover. If the photo had lagged a second later, I’m sure my well-poised smile would be something entirely different: a mixture of shock, surprise…befuddlement?
Happy Birthday, Grandma. The jig is up. Fat chance of getting me into another stuffy blouse for your 90th.
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