
As, well, everyone who reads this blog knows, I am writing a paper for my dumbfuck folklore class about my grandma and about the stories she tells. This is a picture of my grandma and of Matt, Gram and Pop and I. You would think that writing a nice little 4-6 pager about ol' Grammie would be easy peasy, but its NOT. This is what I wish I could write for my paper and about all I have to say about it.
"My favorite story that my grandma tells goes like this - she had a monkey in India named Bakshish and he would ride in her bike basket and he at 'all of [her] goddamn Palmolive soap'"
Here's why these pictures are funny: the one of the four of us Gram has her eyes closed. My face is a complete circle. Pop looks kinda fat which is his not but also kinda cool, right? Matt is wearing a kraft apron with "Kathy Spear" written on it. The one of just gram is funny because she looks really funny and it's such an awkward Kathy Spear picture. Also Becky, Jenny and I look pissed off at each other. Look at all those tasty snacks.