Old Ladies are mean.

Ok.  I realize the title is a very broad statement. 

1: they are crotchety.

2: they are all convinced they have Celiac's disease. (hello.  Just because you have indegestion does not mean you have a wheat allergy.  Yes, wheat allergies are all the rage, but it's probably the FRIED SHIT you eat.)

3: They are picky picky picky.  ("Could I get the dressing on the side? Oh, and the tomatoes, oh. and the onions.  Better yet, can you just put everything into separate containers?)

4: They smell like an entire bottle of perfume/cologne.

5: They are rude. ("Um, miss, I said I wanted it 2/3 full.  NOT 5/6 full.") <<>

I do however love their scarves, lipstick, and posture.

Oh, and I love my grandma.  And she's well over 60.

the Right knee's connected to the... heart bone.

I've started this post of how I fell in love with keith a million times.  But I can't seem to find a way to tell you all without taking up 900 pages or spending too much time on whats not important to the real story.  So I think I decided I should just tell you about small things one at a time.

Before keith and I were dating, he lived on the floor of my livingroom after a break-up.  Though he and the girlfriend had only been together for 6 months they had shared an apartment.  In an attempt to help him out (cause we worked together and I thought he was hilarious and in need of a friend)  I offered him our living room, which he gladly took.

Somewhere around the 2nd week I was about to go to bed and keith said, "Wanna know something awesome about me?!"  to which the only polite response is... "sure, hit me."

"I have a rock in my right knee"

"Shut the fuck up.  No you dont."

"Yeah, I soooo do."

"Did lauren put you up to this?"

"What?!"

"Lauren told you"

"Huh?! No, Look!"

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

"Yeah... its... a rock.  What's wrong?"

"I have a rock in MY right knee!"

Yeah.  We might be meant for each other.

NExt time... Rock Paper Scissors