So, my 93-year-old Aunt Marian is in the hospital after the latest in a series of strokes. She can't swallow. She can't walk. She has trouble talking clearly. BUT….she can still ride my ass. While she was getting some tests run this morning, Lulu's new boyfriend (Brandon) met some of my extended family. Later, after Brandon had left and Aunt Marian had returned to her hospital room, this is the conversation that occurred.
Lulu: "See, Aunt Marian, everyone else met Brandon and they don't think he's too old!"
Aunt Marian: "He looks too old. How old is he?"
Lulu: "He's thirty."
AM: "How old are you?"
AM: "It's time for you to get married"
::All eyes in the room swing towards me, the thirty-year-old single sister.::
Lulu: "Jamie's not married and she's older than me!"
AM: "Well, Jamie's an old maid."
I will let you know when my new deck of cards is coming out.