Grandma's Boone's Farm

Christmas was crazy and chaotic as you can expect when you have tons of family over. It's just part of it!

But, out of all the memories, the one that I will tell over and over will be when our prim and proper Grandma is sitting at the kitchen table peeling potatoes at 1pm and the following conversation takes place:

Grandma: "Sis, why don't you go in the fridge and pour me a glass of Boone's Farm"

Me: [trying to control laughter] "Boone's Farm, Grandma?"

Grandma: "Why yes! It's really good!"

As I try to ignore the request...

Grandma: "Sis, I'm serious. Pour me a glass of wine."

Me: "Grandma, it's not even 5pm yet."

Grandma: "I know. But it sure would taste good right now."

So, I pour her a small glass...

(a little history...my dad is EXTREMELY against drinking)

Grandma: "Why don't you have some?"

Me: "Nah, that's okay Grandma"

Grandma: "Oh, come on. In fact, anyone over 12 can have some. It's not that strong."

Me: "I think we'll all pass. But thank you Grandma."

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In all honestly, it was probably all of us that needed the Boone's Farm to deal with her. I think from now on, I will be bringing a flask to Grandma's!

Meanwhile, I'm sure the grandkids are going to be banned from visiting with out other adult supervision as she was trying to contribute to the delinquency of a minor.