anam_moon | Smacks Forehead in Disbelief (Reply)

My Grandmother...sigh... My Grandmother gave a brown/tan leather jacket to my Mother that she wants given to James when he gets back today from Michigan. What's wrong with that you ask? She found this thing on the side of the road! She and my uncle were out driving and she thought it was a plastic bag from the flea market down at the high school near her house, but it turned out to be a leather jacket. So for the last few days she's been calling asking what the heck did my Mom do with it? I've barely seen my mother the last couple of days, she's off to work already when I get up and is pretty much asleep by the time I get home. We haven't thought about discussing a leather jacket. Grammie apparently asked her why she didn't just put it in my room on my bed. Uh, no. I don't want some strange leather jacket that she found on the side of the road on my nice black velvet bed spread and the green man tapestry that James bought for me! Ick. Turns out Mom had it out in the garage; this thing is huge. It's not going to fit James and I don't think he would want it anyway. I don't know if it's because she grew up during the Depression and times were particularly rough growing up because she lost her Father at a young age or if she's just a little nutty that she thinks we want clothes that she's found somewhere. I love her dearly, but yeesh.