Speaking of Grandmas

I don't have any left. THANKS FOR BRINGING IT UP.

Juuuuuust kidding. (Well, actually...I'm not kidding. I really don't have any grandparents left. WHY ARE YOU STILL MAKING ME TALK ABOUT THIS?) What I was kidding about is the fact that someone brought up grandmas. But now that we're on the subject, I'd like to share a delightful anecdote about my maternal grandmother and Y2K.

In the final months of 1999, my grandmother began stockpiling supplies for the inevitable end of the world. She lived with us, so our garage was chock full of Y2K dried beans, Y2K water bottles, and Y2K toilet paper.

One day she sat Sarah and me down and made us promise not to tell any of our friends that we had all those supplies, because when the time came, she didn't want anyone knowing we were comfortably eating our beans and using our waterless toilets while they were all starving and out of toilet paper. As far as she was concerned, if our friends' parents hadn't planned well enough for the end times, that was their problem. If it had been anyone else, I would have assumed they were kidding, but I learned at an early age that my grandma was never kidding, especially when it came to doomsday preparations.

I don't remember her reaction when the world didn't end. All I know is my dad finally took the waterless toilets to a pawn shop last month and got forty bucks for them. I'm pretty sure the beans are still out there. Who knows? They might still come in handy one day if the Mayans turn out to be right or if my future children wanna glue something to construction paper.