How does one politely tell the person who hates them that they've picked the wrong old lady to inadvertently harass? They do not. They just sit back and wait for the fireworks. *smiles meanly*
In other great old-lady news, my mother received an email earlier this past week from an aunt or cousin or other some-such asking her to come look at their photographs on facebook.
Never dangle photographs before the aged. They will lunge.
So I spent the better part of the day, signing her up for facebook and "adding" friends. I never knew the woman was such the social butterfly. Eight hours later and she already more friends than I have amassed in four years. *laughs* And she's seriously wanting a Farmville account--something I wouldn't mind because it would give me the last "friend" I needed to further increase the size of my own farm. *smiles* Is it a sin to get your own mother addicted to on-line gaming?
Add to all of this that she has alredy called me naught but few hours ago to say that JC (a nephew) had "friended" (she nearly dropped the phone just to make the little quotation marks with her fingers) her and given her a "bumper sticker" (this time the phone did hit the kitchen floor) with the word bitch on it.
I don't know if she was shocked or proud. Or both. I distinctly heard a tone of awe in her voice.
This will be... interesting.
And probably very, very time consuming for us both.