Grandma (bottom right) obviously had ill wishes for her bowling teammate on the top left. Her eyes have been marked out with pen. I bet that biatch stole her bowling shoes.

Aside from giving us advice on personal hygiene, Grandma also liked to tell Katherine and me bedtime stories. Our favorite involved a watermelon - a giant watermelon. Grandma grew one in her backyard and had her husband carve out the inside. Once all the innards were all eaten, she, her husband, and Daddy 007 moved in, and the watermelon became their home.

And Katherine and I were so dumb, we actually thought this story was true.

Everything is better with Sweet’N Low (or SNL if you’re cool), including wine.

Grandma was a lot like Madame Odie-Louisiana born and bred, only she wasn’t black and was deaf instead of blind.  She always had pearls of wisdom to share when we stayed over.  The most of important one was passed down from her mom,

Don’t forget to wash your pussy-may.

Heed her advice while you’re in the shower today, ok?