Queen of Rambles

My grandma is completely and totally unbelievable. I’m tempted to use a very vulgar word to describe her, but I don’t care much for the type of vulgar words that would be required to properly convey my level of disgust with the woman.

You’d think she’d be happy that Braxton and Lexie are both healthy. You’d think she’d be happy that he has ten fingers and ten toes and is breathing just fine. You’d think she’d be happy that he’s not missing an arm and doesn’t have two head.

No. Oh no. This woman can find something to complain about in any situation. Give her ten million dollars and she’ll complain that it’s too heavy to carry. I have never, ever gone to a restaurant that satisfies her. The food is either too hot, too cold, too little or too much. The waiters are either too friendly or too stand-offish. Her mailman is either too early or too late every single day. Her paper boy doesn’t fold the paper correctly. So, it stands to reason that there is something wrong with Braxton.

His eyebrows.

That’s right. She’s not happy with his eyebrows.

Direct quote “I really hope his eyebrows darken up because I can’t stand a guy with those nasty blond eyebrows. They look washed out.”

Nice Granny. Really nice.

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