Global warning sucks

Talking to Gram right now. Again, no teeth. She wants to know when I am coming to visit next. She proceeds to tell me she's homebound. Except for when she gets her hair done. I can take hints. She will be calling her hairdresser tomorrow to schedule her appointment. Phyllis told me that I can do "whatever I want" while she gets her hair done. I am sure I will think of a fun activity that lasts eight minutes.

Gram just asked if I had any new flames. It would be "nice" according to her. She then explained what a flame was, you know, a boyfriend.

After the lesson in flames, Gram asked how the weather was. She said she only hears about it, as she is homebound. I told her it was cool and cloudy all week. She said, it must be because of "that" global warning. She then told me it was time for me to go to bed.

"Love ya Honey Bunch."