Jill: I love going to your grandmother’s house for Sunday dinner Lill, she’s absolutely fabulous.
Lill: Yeah, I want to be my Gran when I grow up.
Jill: She’s at that delightful age when the world not only accepts her blatant inappropriateness, but almost expects it.
Lill: *Sigh* So true – Gran has the kind of style in the delivery of her cynicism that only comes with experience.
Jill: And to think, only 50 more years and your own inappropriateness can be expressed without repercussions.
Lill: I’m counting the days…
Jill: Of course no one will be bothered to listen to you by then.
Lill: *Grin* Lucky I’ll still have you.