A friend and I have been contemplating a move to Florida to find teaching jobs. She came over one afternoon, and we were doing some research on my computer at the kitchen table. Grammy sat at the other end of the table gnawing on her lunch.
Emilee: Gram! We're gonna move to Florida!
Grammy: Well I'm not comin' ta visit ya...
(Pause to allow friend's jaw to drop)
Grammy: I've been there too many times.
(Pause to allow for quiet laughter)
Grammy: You better not get sick.
Emilee: What?
Grammy: Well, who's gonna rub the Vicks on ya?!
I should probably add that she didn't stop eating for a second.
!@#$ Grammy Says.
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