Ever since high school, I've been labelled a granny by my friends. I've never had a problem with that- I take full responsibility for my intermittent 'senility' and overall granny-ness.
Now, I don't knit*, I don't use dentures, my limbs are still in perfect shape (knock on wood) and I don't use a hearing aid.
I nap**, I mumble angrily (and occasionally raise my fist to the heavens), I tend to get along easily with the elders, I have an affinity to rocking chairs and I like sleeping early.
In college I created an imaginary old man friend, who lived in the closet (literally, not metophorically- don't ask, I used to create many characters...) and I would often answer my phone with a, "Yallow".***
My dear college friend, who had to put through all this craziness, recently sent me this.
It's times like these when pictures speak louder than words: all these years, Sophia (of The Golden Girls) has been alter granny ego.
Funnily enough, I'd taken this picture a year or so in a half with my granny character in mind.
