If I live to be 88 I hope that I still have my wits and snark about me, just like my dear grandma. She’s known in my family for her hilarious stories, candid remarks, and her way of putting things.
I got the pleasure of hanging with her on Monday night and doing dinner just the two of us, so of course, I have new grandma stories to tell.
Apparently, she’s only ever gambled once in her life. When she was a young woman several of the ladies she worked with went to a horse track. They talked her into placing a bet. Not knowing anything about horse racing, or betting for that matter, she made her decision as to who to place her incredibly valuable $30 on by one simple factor.
She eyed up the horses and chose the one that looked like the “biggest maniac craziod” because she found it to be the most relatable to her, and put her money there across the board.
She walked away that night with $2500.
You learn something new every day. Apparently crazy really does run in my family.