Do any of you remember my charming Granddad and his Julie? He's hilarious, for those who are too lazy to click the link, and I love him dearly. Our phone conversations are frequent and far-ranging in topic, though they occasionally veer off into the realm of the ridiculous. Like take today, for example.
Cheasty: Hey Grandad, how are you?
Granddad: Well hey yourself! How's it going? What's new?
Cheasty: Oh I'm fine. Not too much going on, I'm just heading to join a friend for yoga.
Granddad: Oh, yeah? That's great. Yoga's good stuff.
Cheasty: Tell me about it. In the year since I started yoga I've grown half an inch!
Granddad: No kidding! Wow! That's amazing. I wonder why it isn't working that way for my Julie. She's shrinking.
Cheasty: Julie does yoga?
Granddad: Yeah, every day. She loves the stuff!
Cheasty: Wow, I had no idea they had yoga in [small little West Virginia town].
Granddad: Are you kidding? This town isn't that podunk. Now, some of the fancier wines and cheeses I've got to find elsewhere, but we definitely have yoga. Why, Julie's having a yoga in the kitchen right now!
Cheasty: (laughing helplessly)
Granddad: Hey, so why is it you think all this yoga is making you taller?
** For the record, Granddad does know the difference between yoga and yogurt, he just misheard me. And also to set the record straight, it's not cause his hearing's going, it's because "all you young people mutter all the time." He's undoubtedly correct.