"Your grandmother drives me crazy," Mom said this morning. "You would think at the age of 87 she would have mellowed some."
"Not Memaw!" I replied smiling.
Even at the age of 87, my grandmother can keep my mother and her brothers and sisters in an uproar. She is cantankerous and feisty.
"I think I am going to take her phone away," Mom said pouting.
"You can't do that!" I replied. "She needs a phone to call people."
"She called this morning and needs more makeup," Mom said. "She puts on more makeup than anybody I've ever seen."
I just sat on my couch nodding letting Mom know I was paying attention. This kind of stuff has been going on for years so is nothing new to me and my family.
"She also said she wishes she was dead. She is tired of living," Mom told me.
My grandmother has been saying that for years as well and keeps on going and going. I think she has quite a few more years left in her. Now if only Mom and siblings can keep their sanity for just a bit longer, they will be home free.