Last weekend I was invited to go to a Southern Living party. I guess I had an image in my mind of it being all sophisticated and elegant, things which I don’t consider myself to be, so I was pretty much planning on staying in the background. So you can imagine my surprise, and my relief, when I overheard the following comments.
“Grannie, do you want a beer?”
“Isn’t it funny how easily your fake nails catch on fire when you’re using a lighter?”
After that I knew I would fit in just fine.