Holy God In A Bucket!!
Have I mentioned the joy
of AVATAR WITH LA GRAMMA??
She was, by 40 years, the oldest person
there...which she kept mentioning while
we waited in line, being smiled at a great
deal by all the French peeps who are all
over the inter-generational bidness.
We went with The Neighbor Man, who's
heart is broken and whose ass you would all
want to bite for the yum. My auntie, from
Wales, has declared him her boyfriend.
La Gramma loves him too...and is a regular
at his Sunday afternoon picnic.
The 3D glasses were old school....La Gramma
was resplendent in her brown wool overcoat
and tan little pill box hat...and the 3D glasses
perched delicately in front of her own bi-focals.
I managed to extract her from the hat and coat
and then...for 2.? hours....she moved not a single
muscle except to turn to me or The Man to
say "Oh, ca c'est joli!"..."C'est tres belle!"
The Man and his family were afraid she would
have a heart attack in the middle of the film from
the force of the visuals...but I had faith in the
fortitude of La Gramma and felt her quivering
between us with excitement, despite the
violence (which she deemed inappropriate for
me in my current "state").
GREAT CULTURAL AND GENERATIONAL
CROSS DRESSING BOUNDARY TRAVERSING
In other news:
It seems that porno-breasts are back.
(small moment of grateful silence)
Perhaps they will stay that way if you,
Dear Readers, would post your favorite
Gramma Memories!!! Don't be shy!!
Remember, I'm the one who pees nightly
in a chamber pot!!!
if you have not checked out and fallen in love
with the Great Sister Wolf , do so now.
And maintenant. I must pee.
On a real toilette.