Friday, 25 April 2003

The Meanest Granny in the World Contest

CD, JD (brothers) and I took part. I won, despite the fact that she's not alive anymore, because (partly I may not have let them get a word in edgeways because my case is genuinely strong):

  • she carried a table tennis bat in her glove compartment so if you were bad in the car she could paddle you with it (no empty threat from a strict Southern Baptist)

  • you would sleep on the sofabed in the living room and she would get up at 4.00am sit in the rocking chair rocking, watching you sleep until you woke with a start ("mornin' honey, I jes wanna talk to you as much as I can, you come over so little")

  • she had god on her side

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