maybe success is measured best by nothing less than our obedience. - J.N.

January 8, 2012

Seriously --

I truly have wanted to blog nearly three times in the last few weeks - "nearly" being the operative word.  I'm not sure why I'm not feeling the love to write.  Nothing to procrastinate for perhaps?  Too much sharing verbally with others?  I don't know... but I did want to record a grandparent story so that I don't forget it.

I thrifted some cool things for my grandparents.  A nice brooch for my grandma and a pair of cool suspenders for my grandpa.  Before I gave it to them, I wanted to make sure that my g-pa still wore suspenders.  I've bought some for him before, but it's been awhile since I've seen him wear them because of course it's usually under a sweater or cardigan.

And of course, I don't know what suspenders are called in cantonese, so as I'm walking up to my g-ma, I ask her, "Grandma - does grandpa still wear those things that go around..." and I gestured around my shoulder.  She turned to me as I asked and responded, "Huh?  A bra?"

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I was in tears from laughing.  She missed the part about grandpa.  

Oh but ya' had to be there.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Good times. Laughing so hard the gut hurts…lol and I could not keep my composure even as we went to pray for the meal xD