I’m too picky for my own good.
Now that I’m thinking about it I’ll just give you all this.
The last time I visited my grandparents I was asked if I had a “friend” yet. A “friend” is how both of them refer to a boyfriend. As usual I have no exciting news which leaves them with a sour taste. The words of wisdom were as follows…
Gramma: “You better watch out or you’ll turn out to be an old maid”.
Me: “Gramma, I don’t need a man. Don’t you know that by now?”
Gramma: “Hah!” (then smirks)
Oh well! Hahaha
