Thursday, April 19, 2012

Oh, Gramps

Anna was in town this weekend. She snapped this picture of Grandpa and posted it to Facebook:



The caption is what killed me.

"Dan? Wouldn't you like a glass?"

"I don't give a damn if I have a glass or not."


Typical.

My grandpa has always been a little difficult and crotchety and ornery. Lately, he's taken it up a notch.

Lately, he's also had a few minor health problems. Which makes him even more of a prick. Which makes my mother get involved.

She's ready to kill him.

When his health problem first popped up, she encouraged him to make an appointment with a new general practitioner so that they could draw labs and refer him to a specialist.

So what does my grandpa do?

He drives around the corner to the nearest doctor's office, walks in the door and says "want to make some money?"

Who needs an appointment? If the doctor wants to make money (and what doctor doesn't?), the doctor will see me!

That is exactly what's going through his head. Guarantee it.

Needless to say, my mother has now stepped in to make his doctor's appointments and make sure he goes to them.

Today, my mother dragged him to an ultrasound. He didn't want to go. "I have things to do!" he announced.

Apparently my mother won that battle of wills, because she's reporting to me from the office.



I don't ever want to get old.

2 comments:

Mrs. Architect said...

SO funny! One of my grandparents is NE-GA-TIVE!! ABout anything and everything. I hope I learn from her on how NOT to be when I get old(er).

Teagan B. Sawyer said...

Bahahaha HILARIOUS. The elderly can get away with so darn much!

 
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