Many months ago my grandmother asked if I was still writing. I told her that I was informally writing a blog.
I told her this because I’m a complete idiot.
Of course she then wanted to read it, so I gave her the address and a disclaimer that I don’t pull punches on my blog and that she might not like everything there. And then she never mentioned it again.
Phone conversation last night:
Grammy: I finally read your blog.
Me: *Silence* (Sudden thought: Shit, did I use the phrase “I would totally hit that?” in my blog recently?) (Answer: yes, yes I did.)
Grammy: I didn’t know that you secretly watched Ugly Betty.
Me: Oh ha ha. Yea, it’s growing on me.