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Oh Dear Readers, I’m going to be a grandmother. Me. The gal who cusses like a sailor, shoots guns, runs marathons, yells at the Crazy Bitches of Whatever City at Bravo, is mortified by Honey Boo Boo but still manages to watch, eats candy like a 12-year-old, snorts while laughing and finds fart jokes immensely …
I come from a family of jokers and give as well as I get. Well, the joke is on me. When our son and daughter-in-law shared the news that we were going to be grandparents, the search for my grandmama moniker began. Husband had his picked out a year before: G-Daddy. It’s cute, funny, and …