on grandma...

I love my grandma. She is probably the sweetest person I know. Once a month or so she sends me a letter. Those letters are about the only personal mail I get. It's amazing. And it's always exciting to come home and see something from her waiting for me to read. I love things that brighten my day. She always asks how things are going at work or with my roommates and she chats about her Senior Citizens meetings and the weather and the last time she saw my mom. I got a letter from her today and this time she informs me my brother wants to use her car for prom. I couldn't not laugh out loud. She's so cute. And she always manages to end by saying that there's never anything more to write. When I stop to think about it, it's sad to not see her often. She usually doesn't visit my parents on weekends and that's about the only time I every go home. But that's how it goes, I suppose. One of the great things about her is that she's so funny, but she almost never means to be. Although it's sort of mean, my family gets a laugh out of repeating some of the things she's said. Good stuff, grandmas.