Little Old Ladies

I just love little old ladies. I can’t wait to be one myself. I’ve been thinking about my grandmother most of the day. She was a funny lady. She didn’t know she was funny, she just was. The stories she told me about me growing up where always delightful. The stories she told me about her life where quite intriguing. She always had a mouth on her too, one that never thought before she spoke. She was unfiltered, and canny.

As funny as she was, I really didn’t want to take her anywhere. Why? Because my grandmother had inherited the walking farts. Yes, have you heard of such a thing? Old people tend to talk about their bowels a lot, and my grandmother was notorious about it. But the bottom line was, I could not take her anywhere. She could not hold her gas, her flatulence. I learned this the hard way, once. Walking through the Sears store in a mall, I had to trail far behind, and pretend I didn’t know who she was, has she proceeded through the store, with the walking farts.

Another funny experience I had with my grandmother, was the time I made a boxed dinner, hamburger helper it was. We were both starved, and on our way to our second plates when I noticed we had eaten weevils. Weevils had gotten into the box of food, and I never noticed them cooking. Ugh! I remember running to tell my grandmother who had just swallowed down another bite. My grandmother looked at me, and without hesitation said, “well, they taste good!” Oh my!

I sure miss my grandmother today! What I wouldn’t give to be walking behind the old lady with the walking farts! What I wouldn’t give to share another weevil dinner with her, well maybe? Funny the things you miss about people. Out of all the stories she shared with me, she would be flipping over now, knowing I told you. I’m sure she might be laughing as well.

I hope some where you can relate some humor with this to someone else in your life. We all know, a good laugh is healthy. I need some more humor in my life! Take care, and encourage a smile today!

Humor,

Bridgette~

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The Chauffeur

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My dog, Gracie, apparently thinks I’m her own personal chauffeur. Every time I take her for a ride in the car, she’s content just looking out the windows, but when it comes to arriving at our destination, she suddenly jumps to the back seat, and awaits patiently for me to open the door.

I do not know why she acts in this manner, I have not taught her to jump to the back seat and wait for me, but somehow she must get some sort of satisfaction, at seeing the look of absolute stupidity on my face. I think she knows deep down, she must be the boss.

The funniest thing about all of this, is that if I just stand there with my driver’s seat door open waiting for her, she will not budge from the back seat! Gracie, my black English lab, just looks at me through the glass of the back seat, waiting with her obvious tell-tale expression, like-“Look, you dumb human, I’m waiting, now open the door!” Geeze, I guess Gracie, my dog is training me. Yes, I am the dumb human, I am Gracie’s chauffeur!!!

My dog, Gracie

Bridgette~

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