My grandma is old, sick, and weak. She is also slightly deranged. Slightly.

[crantz]

My grandmother, after an extensive amount of mocking my brother and ranting about various rights that she never actually made clear to me. I guessed gay marriage, until I realized canada already had that for years and years, so something new must be up her bonnet.

Anyway.

Grandma: God, it must be awful to be such a cranky old bitch.
Me: Not that you've noticed.
Grandma: Not that I've noticed.

Then she pulled off her oxygen tank to go smoke outside. Well, she was an interesting experience while I had her.