Getting Older.

My great grandmother is turning eighty something today. I think she's almost 90. She's a hoot.
A nutty hoot.
She's worth telling you about for sure and maybe I'll be able to post some pictures of the snazzy lady herself. We are having dinner at a local Mexican restaurant for her birthday tonight. Sadly this is probably the first time we have ever celebrated it as a family because we have never all lived in the same city at the same time.
I hope the green onions and peppers won't give her birthday heartburn or gas.
Can you imagine?
Mr. Broome is already iffy about going.
Remember that time I told you about her hitting on him? She think she's a cougar for reals.
GG, that's what we call her, is as sassy as they come. She says people call her "Sexy Sybil." I tell her that's inappropriate for my younger ears. That's ok though because many time she has to be reminded exactly who I am.
She still drives her little Camry around town, scooting about, complaining about her tenants. She has a couple of rental houses and has an affinity for "checking in" on them. Some say this is against the law. GiGi says she was only feeding their cat(ie. cleaning their kitchen, observing their unmade beds, wondering why they still have not done their laundry)
I guess all of her tenants move out because she parks her other car, a van in their yard, and keeps her cat at the property she's renting. Its quite convenient to check on your tenants everyday while "feeding" your cat.
GiGi is simply more clever than we take her for.

But really.

We love her. Even when she wears her Halloween sweater vest year round, and by year round I mean I have seen it twice in the past week.
Isn't that what makes the elderly so darn sweet?

In all seriousness, while there is much to joke about with her, she really is a dear soul in our family. She loves everyone even when she forgets our names or relationship to her. She cries sometimes when you see her because she values family and friends and is fully delighted by visits.

Thats all.