We'll see who has the last laugh!

Gram spent the evening in the hospital on Sunday night with chest pains and insanely high blood pressure.
At 102 years old, this sort of thing is bound to happen occasionally.
Once they got her BP and pain under control the doctor asked her if she wanted to spend the night for observation or just go home. She, not surprisingly, just wanted to go home.
Grandma Shirley said to her, "Are you sure, Ma? I mean, if we get home and you drop dead, I'm going to be really mad at you!"
Gram chuckled and said, "I would feel bad about that, but please just don't hit me."
The doctor and nurse looked up accusingly at Shirley, who sat there dumbfounded, knowing full well that Gram was joking too, but the damage was done and she could do nothing but shake her head in shame.

Thank you, Lord, for blessing me with so many generations of humor, love and blog fodder from these sweet, cranky old ladies.