The year is 1991. My grandfather had died the August prior and I am in the second half of high school. We went to my grandmother’s house for Thanksgiving. First, my grandmother will say whatever she wants to whoever she wants without a second thought. She is sort of a local celebrity in the small town she lives in. The mood is pretty somber without Grandpa. We are all gathered at the dinner table and my Grandma starts to tell a story. She was telling us how she needed something from the top shelf of the pantry. Instead of calling my aunt who is less than 5 minutes away she decides to climb the shelves of the pantry, like a small child would. She almost gets to the item she needs when she lost her balance and fell. She landed straddling the garbage can. Then she uttered the words that no one at Thanksgiving 1991 will ever forget “I really hurt my pussy when I fell. Good thing I don’t use it anymore!” Then on with dinner like nothing ever happened. Oh the memories!!

BTW- We will be spending Thanksgiving with the same Grandma this year so I may have a tale or two next week!!