My Grammy (Dad's mom) is 94 and she is so cute and funny and sharp as a whip. She went for a checkup and the nurse asked her to get on the scale and she said, no need, sweetheart, I'm 95lbs with 40lbs of clothes. The nurse looked to the doctor who then said, let her do what she wants, she will anyway. Love my all-Italian Grammy. Knock poker all-day, cutting board by candlelight with fresh table linens at 4pm, glow-in-the-dark rosaries hovering in the dark of every room, a giant globe that opens up to a bar, the perfect makeup, manicure and freshly-pressed "day dress" (mumu), and a million hilarious stories she tells with such perfect comedic delivery that it's a wonder she never took the show on tour. Here's to all of us being a little more authentic (and laughing a little harder) with each day. Happy 94, Grammy. 💗
