Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Whatever It Takes

Last week we celebrated my Grandmother Bera’s ninetieth birthday, and I posted an entry with some photos of the family at her party. Since you guys now know that she’s ninety, I think you’ll understand the absurdity of this little entry:

Bera called my mom at work a few days ago and told her that she thought she’d be okay to drive herself to the beauty shop.*** My mom told her that she would leave work and go pick her up and take her to the hairdresser. Bera replied, “No, I’m okay to drive. I took a Xanax so I won’t be nervous.”


***A Southern woman would crawl on bloody, broken knees through a hailstorm to keep her hair appointment. Just so ya know.

4 comments:

MistressMary said...

Oh my God. That is hysterical. Until she runs me over, that is.

Anonymous said...

Don't worry mistressmary, Great B only makes RIGHT turns so if you stay behind her she won't run over you. FYI, it only takes her 3 minutes to get to the beauty parlor since it's 3 blocks away but it takes her hours to RIGHT TURN her way home....:)

Amanda Sue said...

HA! that is the truth...

Suburban Turmoil said...

So true, so true... My grandfather insisted on driving long after he should've been off the roads. One time he showed up at our house after driving eight hours from Florida with the side mirror knocked off and a flat tire he'd worn down to the rim. No explanation. I can't BELIEVE my dad didn't take his keys away!