Happy Birthday Grammie!

Today is my Grammie's birthday; she is one heck of a fiesty woman and I love her for it.  Some of my favorite conversations include her using the word "smashed" to refer to numerous drunk people in Germany and her telling me she is going to stop talking to me now because her "arm is tired from holding up the phone".  I'll never forget one day: I was at my grandparents' house (they live two blocks from my mom) and was sitting at the table with my mom, my grandmother, and my grandfather.  Between the three women, my poor grandfather couldn't get a word in edgewise.  At one point he looked rather exasperated and mentioned something about how women sure do talk a lot; my grandmother looked from me to my mom and back again and just said simply, "Well, I guess we sure are three peas in a pod."

Yes, yes we are.  And I wouldn't have it any other way.

Yes, she is wearing a Santa hat with Mickey ears...and threatening me with a spool of ribbon.