Word to your mom, she came to drop bombs.
Wednesday I took my little Grandma and cousin to the Mall so that she could go to the Old Navy and get something for my cousin in Boston. I�m not getting into that whole mess. What I�m talking about is what she saw at the Sharper Image.
Grandma has a bad back, hell her whole body is flawed. That really isn�t odd in old people or anything so when she found a back massager that she wanted I wasn�t surprised. It is big and expensive so I didn�t really think that she would want it.
We get home and the day progresses normally until after dinner when Dad and I are doing the dishes. I�m talking about how I want a wok when I move out of the house and Japanese dishes like my parents have to make the minimalism seem intentional. Grandma pipes in with, "Chris took [Monster] and I to a store where I found a huge VIBRATOR that I�d like for Christmas." I hate being called Chris. She went on about the variety of sizes, colors, and availability of attachments.
Word to your mom, she came to drop bombs.
I was thankful that some of the dishes and kitchen appliances go in the pantries so I went to that part of the house to laugh while she went on and on about how she wanted this big vibrator that felt so good when she tried it. Yes, it was a black one and apparently once you go black you never go back.
It was hilarious. The poor woman had no idea what a vibrator was but she kept going on about it. I feel worse for my mother who had to explain it to her. Imagine explaining sex to your seventy year old mother.
My mother's brother and brother-in-law, however, think I took my Grandmother and seven year old cousin to a porn shop and are furious at me for taking a kid with us. Their apples did not fall far from the tree.
Have a nice one.
