Truth is the best humour sometimes.
Granny was getting up in years and had moved in with my Momma & Daddy because she had been "slippin" a tad bit - forgetting things on the stove, etc.. She was sitting in the porch swing when I drove up, so I bent down and hugged her, then sat down beside her and asked, "How are you today, Granny?"
"Hell, I'm crazy as a betsy bug!"
"Oh, Granny, you ain't crazy at all," I replied and squeezed her hand.
Her eyes twinkled as she giggled a short giggle then said, "No, but you can get away with a helluva lot when folks think you are!"
She's been gone many years now, but she kept her sharp wit - even when her memory failed - almost 'til she died.
Granny was getting up in years and had moved in with my Momma & Daddy because she had been "slippin" a tad bit - forgetting things on the stove, etc.. She was sitting in the porch swing when I drove up, so I bent down and hugged her, then sat down beside her and asked, "How are you today, Granny?"
"Hell, I'm crazy as a betsy bug!"
"Oh, Granny, you ain't crazy at all," I replied and squeezed her hand.
Her eyes twinkled as she giggled a short giggle then said, "No, but you can get away with a helluva lot when folks think you are!"
She's been gone many years now, but she kept her sharp wit - even when her memory failed - almost 'til she died.