Shhhhhhhhheeee's baaaaaack.

While the old woman was away I sent her a cute little forward through email (yes, she knows how to email) and this is the response I received:  

Lars,

This is beautiful. Thanks.
Don't miss me too much.
Love, Gram

You see, she can totally use email, but her font has to go.  Of course I was going through it without having her to torture for a whole week, so this was my response...


Gram,


Don't worry... I won't. I'm throwing these wild theme parties every night. Tonight it's the Wild, Wild West and there is going to be a live donkey (couldn't get a horse on short notice) and everything! Don't worry, I'll be sure to have Juan (the Mexican I have living in your room) clean up the poop.

Just kidding. I miss you.



<3, La-La


Because she's not normal at all, that email totally made her day.  While she was on vacation Dennis cut his finger doing the dishes (yes, some men do dishes) and he went upstairs to look for a bandage.  You know what he found in the box of Band Aids??  He found money... So we started to get worried.  Is she losing it?  Is she starting to become one of those crazy old ladies that hides money all over her house?  If she is, where is the big load?  Anyway, we confronted her about our find when she came home and she ate ten Cow Tales and told us we're being ridiculous.  Her sister put the money in there when she refused to accept money for something they bought together.  I thought back to a time when I was a kid and I blamed everything on my sister.  Hmmm....