So yesterday I told my grandma that a neighbor had dropped by, unannounced, and that I was embarrassed because I’d been doing my yoga while wearing baggy, sweaty things. Fine. My grandparents had dinner with my mom last night, and my grandma told her about how “Megan was flustered and annoyed, because Dave —- dropped by, right while she was doing her yogi.”
I love my grandma. I love her to bits. This is how rumors get started.
(Originally posted March 1, 2016)