Sunday Dinner.

Who: My mom, dad, Gma and I.
What: Slow baked chicken, mashed potatoes, broccoli. Mixed drinks varied.
Conversation:

Gma: Well, the people at the inn (referring to the assisted living place she lives) were talking about this one couple sitting on a bench on the third floor. Evidently it was too much for her to handle and she had to go to the hospital. And then there was that one girl, well she waited a week until George's wife died before she moved in with him. I don't mean moving in like moved into his room, but moved into his life. She was married twice before too. I swear, some people. And at all ages.

Mom: It was nice of her to wait a week.

Gma: Imagine if we had a wedding at the inn! Well, you hear about it all of the time, people in their 90s getting married. I guess you never know.

After this, my Gma talks for 2 more hours about people we don't know and pretend to.

Gma: Who was that girl that lived on that street? Ya know, the one that married the police chief? I had him in school. It's nice when they grow up and do something. Sometimes they do nothing, ya know.

Mom: Or when they grow up and end up in jail.

Gma: Oh I feel bad I stopped visiting that boy. He moved from jail to jail.....Remember that boy who lived on Cricket Lane's wife? She was pretty?

Dad: Of course. Soares?

Gma (looking shocked): You know her?! Oh my god. Wow. What a world. How do you know her???

The following also happens:

Dad singing about something. Maybe he is making up a song about the cat that goes "Raggy boy Raggy boy Raggy boy" or about taking out the trash "Taaaaaaking out the trassssh".

Gma incredulously exclaims "What's that? I've never heard of that!" Yes, Gma, you HAVE heard about caesar salad.

My mom has a mini laughing fit.

Sunday dinner is delicious.