re: #342 Backwoods_Sleuth

Can’t believe that thanks to “blended families” I became a grandmother at age 32. Then, as things eventually turn out, I became a great-grandma.
So my mom is technically a great-great-grandma, which gives her no end of pleasure to inform anyone who will listen. (But she is also an actual great-grandma via my niece’s two sons…her other grandchildren are not reproducing.)

What is a blended family? (Consider me uneducated.)

I suspect I will not be a grandfather, due to my son’s disinterest in creatures like women. (He is disinterested in men, too.) That’s okay, because grandfather equates to old in my mind (sorry to you grandparents here).

I can’t be old: I still ride on shopping carts through stores (to the chagrin of my wife, who finds that profoundly embarrassing: on my fiftieth birthday I rode a shopping cart across a parking lot and an Episcopal priest told her she needed to get her teenage son under control).