Note: From the last post, you may have gathered that Bad Ass Grandma needed a break from the holiday hoopla. As a result, she has packed her bag and is beginning her travels. After receiving her letters, I gather her first stop is the art museum.
She’s much too serious and no fun at all
and the man? Well, besides being skinny and tall,
he carries a weapon perhaps out of fear
I confess –
there’s no way in hell that I’d want to stay here.
via Confess
I’m back in the sixties
They called me ‘Peacenik’
The stars were alive
and the smoke, it was thick!
There is no proclivity for cleaning the house
at least not for bad ass grandma
she’d rather spend time making a mess
it’s something she fervently plans on.
via Proclivity
Badda Assa Grandma
went to the boxing gym
She wrapped her hands, stuck on her gloves, ready to begin
Just as the trainer held up his pads
her specs slipped down so low
she thought she’d jabbed the target
but she’d hit him on the nose.
photoshopped by CDW
Bada Assa Glam-ma
didn’t strive for eli-gance.
Why bother with the hoo-pla
when she came by it per chance?
photoshopped by CDW
via Elegance
Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 