I had a doctor's appt this morning and the 16 year old granddaughter tells her Poppy that she is going to go with me. She then asks him why I need to go to the doctor and he tells her he thinks it's because I think I am pregnant.
About an hour later, I tell her we are going to be leaving in 15 minutes. She says, are they going to let me go back in there with you? I said I'm sure they will. She says does mom know? I reply, does mom know what? That I am going to the doctor, I don't think I told her, it's just a check up, nothing serious.
She looks at me like I have lost my mind, and says nothing serious? Granny you are over 60 and going to have a baby and that's not serious??
I look at her for a second, then I yell Alvis Randle! He yells back, don't call me both names, I told you, it makes my butt itch when you do that.
I give up, all the people with mental problems are not living on the street, one of them still lives here.
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