The Feisty 82 Year Old

At the family party, I was playing badminton with some of the nieces and nephews. I overheard the conversation on the patio switch over to Hurricane Katrina. So I broke off from the volleying and wandered over to the patio to give my expert insight on the situation. I am a weather dude who lived in the New Orleans area, after all.

The conversation wandered off to something else, but I remained, spinning my badminton racket. My mother seeing this, said with a smile, “Are you going to stand there twirling that thing, or are you going to go play.” She’s had TIAs up the ying-yang and is wheel chair bound, but she still is a smart-ass. Gotta love it.

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