Lots of boys with tattoos, Grandma!

My cousin Katie and I visited our Gma Ruthy on Sunday.  We rushed over after watching "Seven Psychopaths" (which we both enjoyed because of its twisted humor, though sleeping with some of the images flashing through my head proved troubling), and before the Patriots game. Our Gma is a chatty Cathy who has some old school beliefs and literally drops her jaw to the floor when she is surprised by something aka every two minutes. "Chicken Caesar salad?! What is that???" jaw dropped. Oh ya know, the same thing I've been ordering at a restaurant since I was like eight, just twenty years, no big deal.  So, today Gma decided to bring up Katie's friend from ten years ago, "the one with all of those tattoos".

Gma-"But what is he doing now? He had all of those tattoos! What could he be doing?"
Katie: "He's doing great, has a family, good job. He was really smart ya know, good guy!"
Gma: "But he had tattoos!" JAW IS ON THE FLOOR. How can anyone who has tattoos possibly get a job or have a family she'd like to know. I politely remind her that a few of her grandkids have tattoos and are doing just fine. "I know, I know! But all of those tattoos!"

The clock was ticking marking the near start of the game.

Katie: "Aah, we are having people over so we have to get going soon." This actually is not true but a little white lie that serves everyone's best interest.
Gma: "People over? But, but! Will you feed them??"
Me: "Yeah, we're doing nachos."
Gma: "Nachos??? You guys know how to cook??" Ah, no we only have lived on our own for the last ten years ish. "But, what are you having for dessert?"
Katie: "This is more of a snack thing. Most people will be stuffed after all of the nachos. They're so filling!"
Gma: "But, but, will there be boys there?"
Katie: "Does that really matter?"
Gma: "Yes."
Katie: "But I'm almost thirty. This really can't matter."
Gma: "Of course it matters."
Me: "Well, we are having a lot of boys over, Gma. And they all have tons of tattoos and their ears pierced."
Gma: "Oh. My. God." Jaw is dropped.

We left her jaw dropped on the floor and went to watch the game, just the two of us. We did eat nachos however. They were divine.