Had the talk with my grandma... Dread talk that is... Again lol
General Talk
So, my grandmother is starting to decline in her mental health, and although its sad, and I wish she were in prime health, sometimes our con stations are comical. S I came over, bandana on, sweatpants and grubby t-shirt cause I clean her house for her. Afterward she tells me we are going to lunch, she has a taste for humus at aladdins. Yay, I'm starved. I go change and take off the bandana. This is the conversation that followed:Grandma: Jen, go do something with ur hair, it looks like u havn't brushed it in months.Me: I like it this way, and I havn't. Remember I'm letting my hair dreadlock.G: hmmm. I don't know baby, what happens when you want them out?Me: I don't plan on not wanting them, but if I don't ill brush them out.G:what about your feller? (lol yes, feller hehe)Me:what about him?G:what's he think?Me: as long as I don't shave my head and stretch my lip piercings and put a plate in, he doesn't care.G: well what happens when you don't want them anymore.Me: I don't plan on not wanting them, and if I don't ill brush them out.G: what's your mother think?Me: she doesn't care.G:and ur feller?Me: he doesn't care.(Conversations stops for a moment when I help her tie her shoes, arthritis is a bitch)G: Jen, go brush your hair, you look like u just rolled out of bed.Me: how about I put my bandana on, and we get lunch?G: Sure, where do u want to eat?Me: how about aladdins?G: that sounds delicious, I love their humus.Idk it made me laugh, in a sad way, and thought I'd share.
updated by @myschyf: 01/13/15 09:40:06PM