What do you get when you take one part Lady Gaga, three parts Jersey Shore, and one part Glenn Beck? You get...Crazy Grandma Ichikawa Storytime!
Since today is our last day in Sacramento, we decided to stay in and watch a movie that the entire family could enjoy: Inglourious Basterds. With Crazy Grandma and Lazy Grandpa, you can gauge how much they enjoy a movie by this simple formula: number of times they fall asleep + number of times they go to the bathroom. The lower this number is, the more likely they enjoyed the movie. Crazy Grandma's score was a four, and Lazy Grandpa's score was a one.
As the movie was finishing up, Crazy Grandma noticed an unusual smell.
"Who did gas?" exclaimed Crazy Grandma. "Stinky stinky!"
"I did," said Auntie Anne (pretzel maven) with no embarrassment at all.
"Annie!!! What you eat? Stinky stinky! Ack! I gonna die! Blah!" overacted Crazy Grandma as she waved her arms in disgust.
"What are you talking about? You were farting all day yesterday!" accused Auntie Anne. And this was true. My mom was extremely gassy on Saturday. The house sounded like a whoopie cushion convention.
But Crazy Grandma of course had a logical explanation for why her farts were okay, but Auntie Anne's farts were bad. "Annie! Your gas stinky so your butt says, 'I need to poo!' My gas not stinky so my butt just says, 'I need to yawn!'"
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