Happy Birthday, Granny!

My Grandmother - Granny - is 81 today. In her wonderfully quirky way, she's celebrating her 77th birthday today. You see, last year she decided it was time to start going backwards. She didn't want to get any older. So, instead of turning 80, she decided she was turning 78. And this year, it's 77.

Her "babies" (me and my cousin, the youngest grandchildren) turned 30 this year. She had a hard time with her babies reaching that milestone.

We're headed up to see her this weekend. Mom and her husband, my Aunt & Uncle and at least one of the two cousins (+ wife) will all take her to dinner Saturday night. If she had it her way, she'd cook a roast for us all. Preparing a meal of that magnitude just wears her out these days. She's physically tired more often. But the wit is always there. Granny's got an edge. . . an edge that has rubbed us all the wrong way at times . . . an edge that makes a damn good scratching post . . . an edge that holds together an incredibly soft interior.