I love her for many reasons.
One of which is her ability to
She does so frequently.
She is 80 years old.
She has no idea how to turn on a computer or how to read my blog.
Let's keep it that way, shall we?
If you know my MIL, do not feel the need to share this post with her...m'kay?
My MIL is known as Nana to my children.
I refer fondly to her choice of words as "Nanaisms".
One day not too long ago, Nana was visiting our home. We were chatting in the family room.
I can not remember our exact conversation , but in the middle of it she said,
" I just love the urinal you have by the front door!"
Did someone move the toilet outside and not warn me?
I am sure my face looked perplexed as I asked her to repeat what she had just said,
"Excuse me, what do you like by the front door?"
Without missing a beat, she answered, "Your urinal!"
I jumped up and ran to the front door.
I stepped outside to view this lovely potty she spoke of.
"Oh , yes my beautiful urinal, the one that houses my green fern!"
I usually just call it an urn.