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<p>[QUOTE=&quot;lordmarcovan, post: 2782789, member: 10461&quot;]LOL</p><p><br /></p><p>I&#039;ll definitely not bring my 10mm hekte over for a play date, then!</p><p><br /></p><p>I remember my grandmother&#039;s apartment in 1979 had mustard-yellow shag carpeting.&nbsp; (Ahh, tackiness, thy name was &quot;1970s&quot;.) </p><p><br /></p><p>Grammy was totally paranoid about me having my coins out in her living room.&nbsp; If you were playing with anything smaller than the average housecat in that room, she would say, &quot;NOT ON THE CARPET!!! IT&#039;LL GET STUCK IN THE VACUUM CLEANER!&quot;</p><p><br /></p><p>More off-topic reminiscences of my paternal grandmother, who passed away in 1980:</p><ol> <li>She was farsighted, and even with glasses on, had a hard time threading needles.&nbsp; She&#039;d call me over to do that.</li> <li>She wore dentures.</li> <li>She had difficulty bending to pick things up, which made her all the more paranoid about the shag carpet.</li> <li>She was everything you&#039;d ever want in a grandparent, but had a bit of a temper and was known to attack inanimate objects when she lost it (she once hacked a cardboard milk carton to shreds with a butcher knife when she couldn&#039;t get it open the normal way).</li> </ol><p>Fast forward 38 years, and with the exception of gender and the fact that I&#039;m not a grandparent myself yet, all of the items above now describe ME.</p><p><br /></p><p>I not only miss her ... I&#039;ve <i>become</i> her.&nbsp; (Sort of.)[/QUOTE]</p><p><br /></p>

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