My grandmother on my father's side was always misery guts too. I remember when I was about 18 yrs old and hadn't see her in about 7 years. She was over in Canada, visiting from Scotland. When I drove all the way down to see her (she was in another city) and walked in the door and said hello, all she said back was "ye should have yur arse skelped" - that certainly set the tone.
My children's grandmother is eastern european and gives all sorts of advice like:
you should always know how to wash your panties (in case of depression, war, the russians move in etc)
if you buy cheap - you buy twice
if you have any trouble with the man don't bother him, just tell me
she once said to me "my dear, I am so sorry to tell you this but by the way your hold your fork - your class - it's showing"
She has so many doozies but what a cook!
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