"It's true, I'm not like other grannies. I never did like the quilting bees and the bingo parlors. I'd rather live life to the EXTREME!" -
Hoodwinked
THAT, my friends, pretty much sums up my own Grandma when she begged Dad for weeks to get a ride on his new motorcycle.
Yes, you read right. My grandma totally wins the "Coolness" award. While the rest of the residents at the assisted living facility finished their supper and got ready to go to watch (or participate in!) "Senior Idol" of our town, she made history. She put on the motorcycle jacket, forgot about helmet hair and put on Mom's new pink helmet, and climbed aboard the red BMW 'cycle.
And the best part? She LOVED it!
When I'm eighty-four years old, I hope I'm at least half as cool as my Grandma is.
Granny: You're being ridiculous Red.
Red: I'm being ridiculous? You're off living... La Vida Loca, risking your life for some dumb thrills, and I'm supposed to stay home and be your happy little delivery girl?
(also from Hoodwinked)
So, Dad, when do I get a ride? :-P
