crazywonderful

I came out of the office where I’d been helping Gram set up her new printer (“Look at this gorgeous beauty!”) on Saturday to find Gramps had picked up his guitar and was playing it and whistling in complete disregard of whatever crap was still playing rather loudly on the kitchen radio.

“Did you just take a picture?” he asked. When I said yes, he replied, jokingly, “Oh good, I thought it was a lightning strike.”