Wednesday, February 8, 2012

why old people rock.

I'm a lucky girl - I still have 3 living grandparents.

And they're neighbors in the same building. And they go everywhere together. My grandmothers go to the hairdresser together every Friday. Then McDonald's for coffee and to share a filet-o-fish sandwich.

It's just too cute for words.

One grandmother is 88.
One grandmother is 91.
And my grandfather is 92.

What can I say, I have good genes.

And while I love that they are still around and I can see them every Sunday, they are all ridiculously hard to buy gifts for.

What DO you buy the person who has been collecting shit for 9 decades?

So each year for Christmas, Mr. KK and I give them the same gift: a trip to the casino.

Sounds silly, but these three musketeers look forward to this trip all year. Sure, they go on their bus trips each month, but this trip is their favorite: because they don't have a time limit and we take them for a nice dinner on the way home.

Oh, and they get to spend quality time with us.

My grandparents aren't the only ones who look forward to these trips. Mr. KK and I love it. We get to spend the whole day with them - and listen to their stories about who wouldn't share their cream puffs at bingo, the man who still has his wife dress him and how they won't attend the monthly birthday celebrations because the pizza is just horrible.

The best part of the trip is the car ride, when the three of them usually chat in the back.

This is my favorite conversation from the day:

GRAM: "I finished that book you gave me."

GRAMPS: "The Western one? Did you like it?"

GRAM: "Yes. But I skipped all the pages with the lovemaking."

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