Alice Jane

Yesterday, my only grandma turned 90. I called her this morning to find out how it was, and we had a short, but very loud conversation (my sweet grandma doesn't hear that well these days!). She told me about her birthday, then we started talking about these incredible fried apples she used to make when I was little. I told her that I made some last week, but that they didn't taste like hers. Her reply? "Well, your taster must be off." I love that even though my grandma is 90, doesn't hear well, and most likely doesn't even remember those apples, her sense of humor hasn't gone anywhere. I only hope that when I'm 90 years old, my sense of humor is still going strong!