At what age can you say whatever you want?  I only ask this, because about once a month I get the joy of taking my grandma to run errands.  Last month, she called on a Thursday and this is how our conversation went:
G-maP:  Hi Honey.  It's grandma.  Are you busy on Saturday?
Me:  Well I have an appointment in the morning and then I am getting my hair colored.  Why?
G-maP:  What color?
Me:  What?
G-maP:  What color are you coloring your hair?
Me:  Just my normal color, I need to hide those grays.
G-maP:  That's good, you know your grandma doesn't like it when you color it like a leopard.  Oh, you got that (the graying) from the J side of the family.  If you were more like the A side, you wouldn't have to worry.  Remember, I don't have gray yet.
Me:  I know, it's no fun getting old.
G-maP:  You know one time your cousin M decided to bleach her hair.  Honey she had the most beautiful copper hair BEFORE she bleached it.  After she bleached it she looked like a WH%RE!
Me:  GRANDMA...that is not very nice.
G-maP:  Well she did honey, and I would tell that to her tomorrow if I saw her.
The sad thing is that she would tell my cousin M! 
At my grandpa's funeral (her ex-husband), she saw some old friends and said, "oh my, you have gained some weight haven't you?".  I was mortified.  But that has always been my grandma.  She will tell you if she doesn't like a food that you brought to a family dinner, and heaven knows that she doesn't like CHOCOLATE CAKE.  She tells everyone.
So with my birthday approaching, does this give me permission to say what I want?  Like that has ever stopped me!
Just me, a wife to a wonderful husband, child of Christ, working mom to one active little boy, rambling about everyday life...
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