Grandma McEuen, bless her heart, is hard of hearing and senile. Not the best of combinations. Recently, Grandma fell and broke her pelvis. This has required that she go to a rehabilitation center. We've visited her often these past couple of days, because the rehabilitation center isn't as bright and cheery as her assisted living center.
Because Grandma is hard of hearing, she doesn't really know how to whisper, and she usually kind-of shouts whatever is on her mind. Today while visiting her, a rather rotund woman came walking by her room. Grandma said to me in her new "inside" voice, "That woman is fat." The woman made eye contact with me the same time as Grandma made eye contact with me. I just kind of shrugged my shoulders not wanting to look at either of them. My mom came down to stay a couple of nights with Grandma, and she said the night orderly was also rather large. Every time he came in to check on Grandma, Grandma would say in her not-so-much-of-a-whisper voice, "Here comes Tommy Two-Ton."
Amy will have to tell you about the time her children were sealed to them in the temple and the comment Grandma made. It was pretty embarrassing.