*Laugh!!!* XD
Hm...
Okay, this morning, my Dad mentioned how my Grammie keeps practially everything, and she keeps it for forever when she does. Then he found an example.
"Like this! She's had this since I was little!" While picking up and brandishing this pitchure full of a green kind of sludge.
My sister and I: "... ... ..."
My Dad: "Oh, not the stuff inside it."
My cousin couldn't make it, but she called. I got to talk to her, for a while. And then, I figured I'd been keeping the phone away from everyone else for long enough, and then, well, choose bad words for voicing this realization...
"Hey, I love you, but I think you should talk to someone else."
After saying as much, I realized just how horrible that sounded. XD
