So my husband has a new Granny. No, neither of his grandfathers have remarried. And no, none of his grandmothers start swinging the other way.
It just so happens that a couple months ago some random lady named Helen started emailing him and addressing him as her grandson. The emails started gradually. Usually, they were random forwards. If your grandma emails you, you know exactly what kind of forward I am referencing.
You know, the kind that usually has a giant basket full of kittens and flowers at the top, and then segues into a poem about having a nice Monday or not doing drugs.
Your great Aunt Cindy might even shoot them your way. While they’re cute to receive from your relative, you still have to know what I’m talking about.
My husband has taken what he thinks is the high road in this situation. Instead of emailing Helen to explain that that she has the wrong email, Adam just keeps in contact with her.
If you’re familiar with his other antics, this should not surprise you.
Often times, she will write little dedications to him at the top of them. Still, my husband has hijacked someone else’s Granny.
Yes, I’m serious.
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PS. More on the upcoming February 11th event tomorrow, I didn’t get the icon finished last night. 
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