Man, I love my Grandpa!
He's awesome, and I know I've extolled his virtues before (I think?)...but, did I ever tell you how stinkin' funny he is?
Dry, grumpy old sense of humor...we love it!
We recently had dinner at my grandparents home. My mom and dad, my aunt, my cousin, my bro, my kids...it was a grand, yummy old time!
Football was on TV (don't ask me who, 'cuz I couldn't tell ya if you held a gun to my head...football's not my thing)...and anywho, there was an argument brewing,
Gramps, "Oh, he fumbled!"
Dad, "I don't think he had control!"
Gramp, "Heck, yeah...that was a fumble!"
Dad, "No, I really don't think he had the ball!"
Gramps, "That was a fumble!!!"
Dad, "I don't think so!"
(Insert instant slow-mo replay here...)
Dad, "Uh...see, see?!! Look, ball's not in his hands, oh...touching his chest, bobbling (my dad likes to talk along with the replay), juggling, no control...I don't think he had the ball!"
Announcer, "Incomplete pass!"
Then my mom, the moderating peace maker (love ya mom!! She recently "discovered" my blog--had to give her a shout out!)...so the peace maker she is, she pipes in, "Okay, dad...what do you say to your son-in-law now?"
Gramps declares, "Jack a**!!"
Bwahahahahahahahaha!!! The room erupted! Belly laughs, snorts, chuckles, giggles...and maybe a couple of piddled in panties. (So much for that "You were right" that my mom was hoping for!!)
Dang hilarious, if you ask me!
Oh, and yes...if you are wondering...it is the same Gramp from this story!