talk about race fail...

We just got back from bringing our granny flowers and taking her out for a lovely lunch, as it is her 89th birthday today. ♥

Granny is using a cane at the moment, and was gesturing around with it while we examined some plants for new spring growth. This caused my dad to remark that she looked just like a lady they had apparently know back in their hometown (Beaumont, in East Texas), which prompted Granny in turn to tell us the most hilariously appalling story. Which I immediately wanted to share with LJ. :)

Granny was born and raised in New York, and moved down to Beaumont in the 1940s with her husband when she got married. This, of course, meant she was still a damn Yankee. Her mother-in-law (our great-grandmother) took Granny around to be introduced to all her friends, including the aforementioned elderly dragon lady with the cane. Upon meeting her, this lady shook her cane at Granny and exclaimed, "My garden would look much better if you hadn't freed all my slaves!"

At which point, Granny started wondering just what she'd gotten herself into.

O.O

*click* *click* *clickclick* *clickclickclickclickclickclickclick....*

Ohhhhhshit. I just had to click on a link to TV Tropes, didn't I? I even just talked about how dangerous that site is with Katie.

*sigh* I can just see the rest of evening spinning away into a cloud of open tabs and fascinated reading.

I have found a few awesome things so far, this time around:

( links and discussion under the cut, should you wish to avoid the black hole of awesome that is TV Tropes at this time. NO REALLY, CLICK AT YOUR OWN RISK. )

Okay, stopping now. I have such an unhealthy relationship with that site.