Uh-oh, Grandma's crazy.

My great grandma (grandpa's step-mother, but since his biological mom died super young, she's the only grandma we ever knew on that side of the family) is really old. Like 93 I think. Maybe 92. Either way, really old.

Since I've been pregnant, I guess I am now finally part of the 'grown-up's club', so grandma calls to talk to me once in a while, and I guess now because I'm a 'grown up' she says the f word in front of me a lot, which doesn't offend me, but is really weird because I've never heard her say it before, and honestly, I wouldn't have imagined that she knew any swear words, because it seems like they would have all been invented after she was already old.

Anyhow, she left me a voicemail today, and it went like this:

"Hi Honey. I just wanted to let you know, that I'm not going to be able to get my nails done, because I have company coming. I will talk to you again soon. Love you! "

Hmmm. Just a mis-dialed number, and she loves the women who do her nails at the nail place? Or grandma's losing it.

Because a call to great grandma guarantees a 45 minute phone call, I called my mom to get her take. The consensus: she's losing it.

But I will call her later, when I am out of work, to let her know I got her message. And I love her too. And that I'm sorry to hear about her nails, but happy that she is having company. And hope she called the nail salon if she had a nail appointment to cancel. Something like that.

Sometimes, it must suck to get old, other times, it must be pure bliss.