Yesterday was my Great Aunt Gladys’s 90th birthday party. (She’s also known as Happy Bottom. Get it? Gladys=Glad Ass à Happy Bottom.)
Ninety. That’s so old. She’s still pretty quick though.
I love old people. Probably because I don’t have any grandparents that are still alive. I love when they come into job #2. There’s just something about a cute old man that melts my heart. Both of my grandfathers were adorable. Seriously. One of my favorite memories is of my Pop-pop mouthing the words to “Take Me Out to the Ball Game” while watching a baseball game (I'm a baseball girl because of him). Mom-mom passed when I was still in elementary school, so I can’t remember too much about her (my memory is not so great all the time), but I do have a photo of me, here, and my cousin’s daughter that I love. Grandma and Grandpa were cute because they were small, Polish, and such happy people. My idea of the love that I want comes from them.
Both my grandfathers died at 85 and with Happy Bottom turning 90 I know that I have longevity in my genes. Along with some pesky things like heart disease, but that’s why we have exercise. I do wish my grandparents were still around, but some of my happiest memories are from spending time with them, so I can’t be too upset about it.
Anyone know of any old people I can adopt?