Tonight was too good not to mention.
We cooked a full meal to take up to the hospital, where my gramps is well enough to get up and around in the wheelchair as long as he stays on the oxygen. Shortly after we arrived and got everything set up in the common area, Gramps decided he had to pee so my grams wheeled him off to handle that, and my family decided to fill me in on an incident that happened while I was gone this weekend.
On Thursday I installed Skype on my grams's computer so we'll be able to talk until I get a phone in SK. Last night, she was in playing solitaire and "minding her own business" when a incoming call popped up from 'Slut93'. Apparently she was so distressed that she rushed into the family room and announced this to the entire family, using the S word itself, which is not like her at all.
God bless my grandparents and their adjusting to the internet just for me.
Then some sort of tit for tat arose out of this involving a debate about whether we all get our orneriness from my grams or my gramps.
Gramps: "At least I never struck a match against my baby sister's hair."
Grams: "No, you just hit your brother in the face with a frying pan."
"I didn't sharpen sticks and hide under the porch to poke my siblings while they were sitting with sweethearts on the swing."
"I didn't use a bicycle pump to blow up toads!"
"You did stick a clothes pin on a cat's tail and then laughed when it fell off..."
"You did that?"
"Well now... I just put the clothes pin on there and then the cat disappeared for a while. When it came back, it didn't have a tail anymore. That's not exactly how that happened."
"And you and Girly stoned Troop Taylor."
"Now that wasn't .... you just let me tell the whole story. Me and Girly were fishing down at the creek, and Troop Taylor -- he was going with Dot at the time -- well, he walked past and threw some rocks down the hill and scared us. So, me and Girly got to thinking on it and we decided, if he's walking that way, reasoning says he's got to come back this way. So we started gathering rocks -- worked all day building a big ol' pile of rocks, me and Girly -- and sure enough, later that evening, here comes Troop Taylor. So we rocked him. Serves him right for scaring two little kids, practically a grown man...."
Gramps also mentioned the time just after they started dating when he was showing off and told his buddy to drive them to pick up some beer. My grams told him what he could do with his beer, and his date, if he expected her to sit around and watch him get drunk. To which he responded: "I meant root beer." Smooth.
This was after she told him she would only go out with him if he didn't wear his stupid Navy uniform.
I have no idea where we get it from.