This is my grandpa (and me). This was taken last year at his 80th birthday party.
For the record, I have no idea who the kid is in the back. Knowing my luck, he's probably related to the "family friend" who asked me--at the same birthday party--if I was pregnant. Obviously she didn't get the memo that you just don't ask those kinds of questions to anyone larger than a size 6.
Earlier this week I sent my grandpa an e-mail. I said, "If you want to go to Easter service on Sunday, let me know. I'll come down and we can go together."
All week I got e-mails from my grandpa. However they were all jokes. As you can see, nothing has changed! So I called him last night on my way home from work. It went something like this:
Me: Grandpa, it’s Kelley
Me: What are you doing?
Me: Did you get my e-mail about church on Sunday
As you tell, he’s a big talker...
Me: So? Do you want to go or what?
G: Well, I have to check. It may be only sunrise service
Me: Oh. Yeah. I’m not coming down for sunrise service.
G: Why not? There’s a brunch after the service
Me: No. It’s too far to drive to be there at 6:30 a.m. I’d have to leave my house at 4:45!
G: Oh. Well, I’ll check and get back to you.
He then had to know, "...are you getting my e-mails?" I had to assure him that yes, I was getting his e-mails. I then asked him, "Who's Shirley?" because a lot of the forwarded e-mails are from a woman named Shirley. That's when grandpa let it out that he's met an acquaintance "over the e-mail".
In case you're wondering, "over the e-mail" means "over the internet".
He did say that they have yet to meet. I plan to get the full scoop on Easter Sunday.