My day with Grandma started off with her refusing to go to the annual family reunion. She insisted that it was rude to show up at a family reunion without any food. She didn't fix anything and therefore it was horrible that I was making her go.
Grandma: "You just can't go to a reunion without food."
Me: "Grandma, it is ok. Brenda fixed everything."
Grandma: "Have you lost your mind?"
Me: "Nope." (Thinking..she has.)
Grandma: "Who raised you?"
Me: "Brenda and Gary"
Grandma: "You don't have much sense. You do not show up at a reunion without food."
Me: "Fine. Tell Gary to take you to KFC and get some chicken."
I told her that her hair needed to be fixed. She said ok. The first time I fixed her hair, she looked at it and said: "I look like a skint monkey." She meant skinned monkey.
So, we took it down and fixed her hair again. This time I teased it a little to give it some poof. She repeated that she looked like a skint monkey. I tried to fix it several times and then she grabbed the brush and told me that I didn't know what I was doing. I said fine.
She fixed her hair and mumbled the entire time. I left the room to get ready. When I returned, she had half her hair up and half of it down. I told her that it looked great. She told me she wasn't going to a family reunion looking like a skint monkey.