I <3 Grandma

When I walked into her apartment there was the usual chorus of hellos. She was sitting on the couch, and when I bent down to give her a hug, she squealed (in a grandma kind of way).

"Cute again!"

My grandma always tells me I look pretty. Which is funny, because most of the time I dress a bit...well, what you might call "unconventionally," and you'd think a grandparent wouldn't appreciate lip rings and leopard print dresses and heels that lace all the way up to your knees. But my grandma does. She's 87, and she's hip.

"You dress just like a Barbie doll!"

I laughed.

She pursed her lips together concedingly. "Except, you've got better curves than a Barbie doll."

I love my grandma.