grandfather

I woke up dazed and confused with Moose tearing the room apart.
Anika was feeling much better this morning.
Laughing and hanging out.
Sometimes she had to lay down with a hot towel, but for the most part she was awesome.
We made puzzles together until it was time for me to go to my grand-parents.
That man is amazing.
I should set the mood.
Overly clean kitchen, French bluegrass paying in the background, French politics on TV, my crazy uncle Tilmon yelling about something trivial like tire changing, and my grandmother running around like a nut instead of eating her own food.
Heres a basic run down of a 45 minute conversation.
In broken French, the magic of translation.
"You work for mininum wage?"
"No a little bit more"
"At another friend chicken place?"
"No I work at Subway it's a very healthy sub place"
"Well you wouldn't be about to tell looking at you"
*grabs fingers*
"No diamond rings yet? Still no boyfriend?"
"Well I was sort of seeing someone"
"Couldn't keep him around huh?"
There was other goodies, about clothes, friends, lifestyle.
Seriously.
It's just one big put down, it might not seem that hardcore, but its constant.
I'm surprised my grandmother and my aunts and uncles haven't commited suicide.
Then the crazy cat hissed at me.
I asked to go home.
I just had to get that shit on paper before it lost its magic.