a night on the town with foxy

Thursday nights are ALWAYS an adventure with Gram. Auntie Deb comes down to take her to dinner and grocery shopping (for the heavy shit she should not be picking up on her own). Last night Ali came down too. We tried talking Gram into going to a restaurant, but she loves herself either 1) one slice of cheese pizza from Papa Ginos or 2) a McDouble from McD's. You don't try to monkey with Foxy's routine.

So we made a GTD and chose to hit up Papa's for some pizza.

 Then we zippered Gram into her jacket, put on her rain bonnet, and headed to... 

The market! We walked behind Gram and apologized to all the people she cut off, ran her cart over, or gave dirty looks to. Per usual.

*Note: Gram is not a bitter old woman. She is probably the funniest and nicest relative we have, but she is just fierce in the market with her cart. Do NOT, I repeat, DO NOT stand between her and her vanilla sugar wafers.