"Say bye bye to G.G."

Tomorrow I'm traveling with the kid to see some family.  I'm not great at traveling with my kid by myself unless it's a red eye and she's unconscious, or I'm not pregnant and have had three Bloody Marys...and I'm unconscious.

But I generally like to get back to see my family and old friends, compare crows feet and stretch marks, see who's husband has totally become an alcoholic, etc.  Plus you got to check in with family, you know, just in case wills are still being made out.

My grandmother is getting on in years and what she lacks in youth she makes up for in nasty remarks.  She's like a living lady Statler and Waldorf from the Muppets.  For example?  When I told her I was pregnant on Christmas Day she responded with "Oh no!  But you're too old!"

But there was a lot of time in my 20s when she was just hilarious!  She always had all the gossip (probably where my daughter gets that gene) and she's always saying how awesome my mom is, especially in front of my uncle, which cracks me up.  So, in that memory, I feel obligated to call her and make my daughter share in the pain FUN.

There is no better time than while we're in the car on our way to school because it doesn't take time away from other things we want to do and gives us a hard-out.  Unfortunately, however, sometimes that hard-out blurs and we can still be finishing up the call when the car pool parent opens the car door.  On these fine occasions they're gifted with "...so I don't even know what your mother sees in that man!" or "I meant to mention you should try exercising more so you don't stay so big."  My daughter then says "Bye Bye G.G.!" and I'm left exchanging an awkward and, hopefully, sympathetic stare with the other parent.

Should be a fun trip!

The Iron lady herself.  It's okay to think she's hot.