Thursday, June 26, 2008
At the funeral of my great grandmother, my grandma, Glo, introduced me to one of her friends as her youngest granddaughter. The woman smiled at me and said, "Sixteen and driving?" I narrowed my eyes at Glo and she said, "Tell her Mel." I looked again at the friend and explained, "I am twenty five." A red flush rushed over her face. . . "Oh, I am so sorry!"
Posted by snittymagee at 11:47 PM