Grandma’s fur coat
I haven’t updated this blog in weeks. Not because I didn’t want to, but because there just are a lot of things going on. But the following conversation was just too funny not to share. So instead of going to bed, I’m sitting here typing away. Tears still sitting in my eyes from the laughter that came about tonight. I’m in the car with Jason. We’re driving home from an absolutely wonderful dinner. I get a text from my cousin Chris from NYC. And our text conversation goes like this:
Chris: So, question. And I’m not sure if this comes off creepy or insensitive … but do we know what we did with Ba’s (grandma’s) fur coats?
Me: LOL. I don’t know, but let me check with my mom. You better not be asking me to fit come dead animals in my carry on (as I’m on my way to NYC on Monday for business).
Chris: LOL … I haven’t figured out logistics, but I know I’ve been craving a fur coat for the winter.
Me: Okay. My mom says grandma was cremated in it. So the short answer is: No go Chris. My mom says that if you want some of her jewelry, she can give it to you.
Chris: Hahahahahahahaha
So the funny part of all of this is (1) anyone who knows Chris understands that a question like this totally not unexpected from him (2) I wouldn’t be surprised if he called back and asked me to bring some of grandma’s jewelry and (3) it would have been really funny to see Chris in grandma’s fur coat - after all, he’s 5’10” and grandma was 4’10”. Grandma, it is good to see that you are still with us. Thanks for keeping us laughing and together. <3
