When I Am An Old Woman, I Shall Send Texts

Jenny Joseph's poem "Warning, When I Am An Old Woman, I Shall Wear Purple" might be a good enough descriptor for some ladies out there, but not my Grams.

She's pretty awesome. We usually call one another on Friday nights at some point to talk about life, President Obama (we both voted for him...and we don't think anyone else in the family did), friends, dream analysis, women's rights, and what we're having for dinner. She's extremely hip, and looks nowhere close to the 70-something she is. She attributes that to some Mary Kay potion that she swears by. Don't get me wrong, she always looks age appropriate and says that she doesn't want to look like one of those ladies that's "trying to do something but forgot how." Oh, Grams :)

Anyway, she recently traded her minivan in for a brand new, red Ford Fusion. Everyone had been trying to get her to trade the van in for some time, but she waited until she was good and ready. When she was, everyone had an opinion on what she should get (including me) but she ignored us all and got what she wanted. It has leather heated seats, a moon roof, and a spoiler. Grams...and a spoiler. Hehe.

It also has Sync, which means she can hook her cell up and chat in the car. That is, if she had a post 2005 phone, which she didn't. But now she does. Grams went out and bought a sweet new phone "with a bunch of stuff I don't need" she says. However there is one thing she's pretty excited about....TEXT MESSAGING! She hasn't figured it out yet, but we have plans to teach her next Tuesday, and then look out world (and probably my phone bill).

Sometimes I'm a little scared of getting older, and then I hang out with Grams, and I'm kind of not.

(photo courtesy r0sss)