Retard Central

Well, today was a mild day. Mellow and chillin'.. I found out I killed my farm, it looked like my real garden.. dead. Sucked.

Grandson did the same.. he was chillin'.

When Grandpa called and had us meet him at Denny's. That's when we were in Retard Central.

Hubby and I were playing scrabble, he asked me how do you spell CANOE.. I told him I wasn't telling him nothing. He says to himself.. "C-O-N ahhh.. lessee.. les try C-U-N ahhh.." Grandson helps out "It's O-T-E-E Grandpa.." I roll my eyes at both of them.. they're mumbling letters.. Grandson is not even on the same page anymore.. He started to shake the table.. Grandpa thought he was getting smart by closing the application and look in the Dictionary.. The waitress comes and asks what they would like. I told her a dictionary would be great, and I roll my eyes. They were still trying to spell CANOE. I made Grandson sit by me, since he was shaking and acting crazy.. I did something and it was a retard in progress.. Hubby starts to laugh.. Grandson sez something about it, and I tell him to go back to his seat. I wasn't doing a good job behaving.. I said maybe we weren't good enough to be in public..maybe we should eat at home.. we were like retards. Grandpa turns to Grandson and says.. Tell Grandma I'm gonna kick her butt with this game. Grandson caught on, so did the people next to us. I get after Hubby.. I'm sitting there scolding Hubby.. at the same time, my elbow is in my food.. I saw it and started to laugh. Hubby drools and drops his dollup of sour cream on his shirt.. alot of it. I drool on my shirt from laughing.. retard.. it lands on my chi-chi so now I looked like I was lactating.. I was like, ew!! and I thought I'd grab my purse that I placed it on the floor.. well I forgot I gave it to Hubby so he can get the game.. I'm busy searching for my invisible purse.. then I remembered.. I started laughing again.. During this time, Grandson is shaking and acting like he is going through convulsions.. Hubby's remaining hair is growing out and his bald spots are very visible.. by now he is having a coughing fit.. he swallowed wrong.. Grandson, I can't get him to stop acting crazy.. I swallow my steak without thoroughly chewing it.. so I'm like freaking, but keeping it in the hush hush.. I was so glad it went down without a scene. It was just best we all go home and relax.. This retard business is tiresome...