I would have gone to my grave with that secret.
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Pffft, you don’t have to tell me twice to keep donuts in my bedroom, Grams.
I wonder by what new timely device our future grandchildren will be outing our misdeeds?
That is the most grandmaiest thing ever.
I love this so much! I wish I had a voicemail from my grandmother on my phone!
This is definitely not going to be as funny written out, but one of my college roommates (Marla) had a grandma who lived in town and she left the message, “Marla? This is your grandma. We’re doing Easter!” on the house’s answering machine and we never deleted it.
Awwww. Everyone knows grammas can’t be trusted with sweets!
Ciao ragazzi! I’m leaving Italy back to Paris for the night then home to tomorrow. Yesterday I went to watch the sunset from this piazza overlooking Florence. I was just standing there listening to music on headphones when this Italian guy started talking to me. No joke, within six minutes he bought me a bottle of wine and tried to kiss me. I can’t decide if I love or hate Italian men, but I sure as hell don’t trust them. I’ve had an amazing adventure but I’m kind of looking forward to just watching tv on my couch for a few days.
Oh today I went by the villa that my university has here for study abroad and the same woman runs the program. I was there the first year she got the job so she remembered me down to what room I lived in. It made me really emotional to be there since nearly half my life has happened since that experience. I wanted to shake the current students and shout “it all goes by so fast soon you’ll be old like me!”
If you want to feel young, put on headphones and go watch the sunset from the piazza. A youthful adventure will find you! (Also possibly a serial killer.)
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