I often wonder what I will be like when I get older. Will I be the cute little greek granny that we all know and love, OR will I be the bitter abrasive biznatch that I am now... just older?
I can almost see it now:
I'm eighty years old barreling down the street in my rusted out Yukon with HUGE mud and ice tires. Blasting Rancids Destination Unknown giving little kids the finger.
They'll call me the crazy truck grandma... (I can't be the cat lady because that title is saved for Liz, and I'm allergic)
Seriously though... I don't know if I'll be the black dress wearing pita making Yia Yia that my mother will be and my Grandmothers are. I love them, and they are the cutest things on the face of this planet but I just can't see myself like that. I suppose if I have children my outlook might change. For the most part though I'm not planning on the procreation part of marriage. (The sexy time can stay :D )
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