My granny is one of the funniest ladies I know. I hope that one day I am a lot like her. I went to see her last night while I was in Tuscaloosa, and this is how our time went.
I walked up to the front door and was greeted by Granny, her hair pulled back in a bright pink headband and a big grin on her face. She hugged me and made a comment about being excited to see her favorite granddaughter (that's because I'm her only one). I followed her to the kitchen where she was cooking up some vegetables and cornbread for my grandfather. Although I told her I was about to go eat dinner, she insisted that I have some peas and creamed corn, and a little bit of everything else she had in the fridge. We sat down on the sofa, her making a spot for me right next to her, and she pulled out all these jokes and such that come in her Sunday church bulletins. This is a very predictable thing that she does. She thinks they're so hilarious. After we visited for a while and it was time to go, I got up and headed for the door. I literally had one foot outside, and she says "Do you need any stickers?" and she walks back into the kitchen and starts rummaging through a drawer. She pulls out about fifty sheets of return address labels and shoves about twenty of them into my hand. They all have her address on them. It made me smile.