Grandma Marie

Found this on the kitchen table (I know) and it always makes me think of Grandma Marie.  She was not my grandmother but Jill's and she lived with Jill but I don't remember how long.  She would look at herself in the mirror, sans glasses, and comment on how much more wrinkled her friends were than she was.  Today we might have said, just between us, "Are you kidding me!?!" because really, it was incredible to think that there might be anyone more wrinkled than Grandma Marie.  I'm pretty sure she was in her nineties.