Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Three Quickies

Lucy turned 102 on Sunday. How amazing is that? To celebrate, apparently, she came walking out of her bathroom with a handful of poo. She showed it to WorkerBee and said "It's the real thing!"
We have two residents who have become good friends. Marie is 90 and Max is 87. Marie has been ill lately, so Max has been visiting her at her apartment (gasp). Evidently she has a case of halitosis, because after Max gave her a smooch he told WorkerBee that she needed to do something about Marie's breath.
We had a luau last week to try and chase away the winter blues that seem to have settled over Rock Ridge. Early in the day I reminded Gladys about the party. "I better go home and dig up my grass skirt," she replied. I told her not to forget the coconut bra. She looked confused for a split second, then grabbed the front of her shirt in the chest region and pulled it out. "Well, I'd need the coconuts to go with it if you know what I mean!"
She is hysterical.
Happy Tuesday!


Glaven Q. Heisenberg said...

Well, the hundred and second is the poo anniversary. But, still, that doesn't explain why she'd do that on a 102nd birthday. That defies all reason.

You should have Gladys star in a Rock Ridge Revival of South Pacific.

"I give it four poos out of four!"
- Lucy's Theater Reviews

HC said...

OK, my three responses:

1. Ew.

2. Awww!

3. HA!


Carolina John said...

oh that is too funny.

Sarah said...

I would have a heart attack - do you tell these people's kids the stories??

Alisa said...

Poo...yuck, yuck, yuck!

I think the breath thing comes with age. While I love my grandma's and miss them, toward the end it was hard to sit near them!

I bet you have amazingly strong abs from all the laughing you do on a daily basis.